In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow.
— Papiha Ghosh
A cup of coffee – real coffee – home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all.
— Henry Ward Beecher
Pretty fireplaces serves as a focal point for this beautiful library. Memorabilia mixes with books to create beautiful displays on the wooden bookcases.