There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint,... - Arthur Conan Doyle
"There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book."
"There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book."
"There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done."
"The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods."
"Picnics are very dear to those who are in the first stage of the tender passion."
"We can't command our love, but we can our actions."
"It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it."