A Book May Be Compared

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.

Blow Out, You Bugles, Over The Rich Dead! There's None Of These So Lonely And Poor Of Old, But, Dying, Has Made Us Rarer Gifts Than Gold.

A Book May Be Compared To Your Neighbor: If It Be Good, It Cannot Last Too Long; If Bad, You Cannot Get Rid Of It Too Early.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow