If you can't write, you can communicate by the other ways. But if you can't read, the world is shutting down.

Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine; they are the life, the soul of reading! Take them out of this book, for instance, /you might as well take the book along with them; /one cold external winter would reign in every page of it; restore them to the writer; /he steps forth like a bridegroom, /bids All-hail; brings in variety, and forbids the appetite to fail.

My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn...

The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity...

For the atom's soul is nothing but energy. Spirit blazes in the dullest of clay. The life of every woman or man - the heart of it - is pure and holy joy.

Why is it that we sometimes ask for advice to problems that we already know the answers to?