books are a work of art. every word has a place in those pages, there is a reason they are there.

What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.

A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; -- not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.

if grass can find a way to grown through the grass on footpaths, trust me, you can find a way to do anything.

You cannot polish a jem without friction

i think some things come with thier own punnishements. like rooms with built-in cupboards