Leisure without books is death, and burial of a man alive.

I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands

It does not matter how many books you have, but how good the books are which you have

Give yourself time and room; what reason could not avoid, delay has often cured

Leisure without literature is death and burial alive.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.