A book can give you wings to fly to friends and far off ends.

Personal Talk III

— by William Wordsworth

Wings have we—and as far as we can go, We may find pleasure: wilderness and wood, Blank ocean and mere sky, support that mood Which with the lofty sanctifies the low. Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. There find I personal themes, a plenteous store, Matter wherein right voluble I am, To which I listen with a ready ear; Two shall be named, pre-eminently dear— The gentle Lady married to the Moor; And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.