For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.

For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.