When FATE'S stern hand shall close my weeping eye,
And seal, at length, my wand'ring spirit's doom;
Oh! may kind FRIENDSHIP catch my parting sigh, 
And cheer with HOPE the terrors of the TOMB.

The sins of the warm hearted should be judged on a different scale from those of the cold-blooded.

A great book is a friend that never lets you down.You can return to it again and again and the joy first derived from it will still be there.