"A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life."

"The greatest part of men are but a rude multitude, and have no more sense of things than children."

"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!"

"They also serve who only stand and wait."

"Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?"