The Poor Man With Industry

Books Are Not Men And Yet They Stay Alive.

A Book Is Good Company. It Is Full Of Conversation Without Loquacity. It Comes To Your Longing With Full Instruction, But Pursues You Never.

We Steal If We Touch Tomorrow. It Is God's.

Not Thine The Sorrow, But Ours, Sainted Soul! Thou Hast Indeed Entered Into The Promised Land, While We Are Yet On The March. To Us Remain The Rocking Of The Deep, The Storm Upon The Land, Days Of Duty And Nights Of Watching; But Thou Are Sphered High Above All Darkness And Fear, Beyond All Sorrow And Weariness. Rest, Oh, Weary Heart!

Thinking Is Creating With God, As Thinking Is Writing With The Ready Writer; And Worlds Are Only Leaves Turned Over In The Process Of Composition, About His Throne.