Any one who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, with extravagant enthusiasm.
And you, CONSTANT READER. Thank God you’re still there after all these years. If you’re having fun, I am, too.
And thus by sleeping little, and reading much, the moisture of his brain was exhausted to that degree that at last he lost the use of his reason.
A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;—not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.
A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.