Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.

Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.

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