The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine until an equal mind and hea… - Ralph Waldo Emerson

They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt; And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

Consider what you have in the smallest chosen library. A company of the wisest and wittiest men that could be picked out of all civil countries, in a thousand years, have set in best order the results of their learning and wisdom. The men themselves were hid and inaccessible, solitary, impatient of interruption, fenced by etiquette; but the thought which they did not uncover to their bosom friend is here written out in transparent words to us, the strangers of another age.

Thought is the seed of action; but action is as much its second form as thought is its first.