“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books”

“Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks.”

“Give me a room whose every nook is dedicated to a book.”

“To learn something, to master something, anything, is as sweet as first love.”

“England, with all thy faults, I love thee still—
My country! and, while yet a nook is left
Where English minds and manners may be found,
Shall be constrained to love thee.”

“Come calm content serene and sweet,
O gently guide my pilgrim feet
To find thy hermit cell.”

“The breathing of the air,
The song of the sweet nightingale,
The grove and its beauty
In the serene night,
With the flame that consumes, and gives no pains. ~ 39”

“All love is sweet, given or received…”

“All I have learned, I learned from books.”

“With eyes up-raised, as one inspired,
Pale Melancholy sate retired,
And from her wild sequestered seat,
In notes by distance made more sweet,
Poured thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.”