Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

Whoso loves
Believes the impossible.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

Books succeed, and lives fail.