This is the best book ever written by any man on the wrong side of a question of which he is profoundly ignorant.

What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!

I would rather be poor in a cottage full of books than a king without the desire to read

Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods?.

He felt about books as doctors feel about medicines, or managers about plays -- cynical but hopeful.

The blues was bleeding the same blood as me.