The Reading Of Books, What

Shall We Keep Our Hands In Our Bosom, Or Stretch Ourselves On Our Beds Of Laziness, While All The World About Us Is Hard At Work, In Pursuing The Designs Of Its Creation?

He That Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, An Effectual Comforter. By Study, By Reading, By Thinking, One May Innocently Divert And Pleasantly Entertain Himself, As In All Weathers, So In All Fortunes.

He Who Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, Or An Effectual Comforter.

The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand Drift Of Human Life, Is To Follow Reason, That Noble Spark Kindled In Us From Heaven.

We May Be As Good As We Please, If We Please To Be Good.