Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. - Among My Books, 1870.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

For books are more than books, they are the life
The very heart and core of ages past,
The reason why men lived and worked and died,
The essence and quintessence of their lives.