A House Without Books Is Like A

Some Languages Are Musical In Themselves, So That It Is Pleasant To Hear Any One Read Or Converse In Them, Even Though We Do Not Understand A Word That We Hear.... Others Are Full Of Growling, Snarling, Hissing Sounds, As Though Wild Beasts And Serpents Had First Taught The People To Speak.

Where A Love Of Natural Beauty Has Been Cultivated, All Nature Becomes A Stupendous Gallery, As Much Superior In Form And In Coloring To The Choicest Collections Of Human Art, As The Heavens Are Broader And Loftier Than The Louvre Or The Vatican.

If Ever There Was A Cause, If Ever There Can Be A Cause, Worthy To Be Upheld By All Of Toil Or Sacrifice That The Human Heart Can Endure, It Is The Cause Of Education.

Truths, No Matter How Momentous Or Enduring, Are Nothing To The Individual Until He Appreciates Them, And Feels Their Force, And Acknowledges Their Sovereignty. He Cannot Bow To Their Majesty Until He Sees Their Power. All The Blind Then, And All The Ignorant--that Is, All The Children--must Be Educated Up To The Point Of Perceiving And Admitting The Truth, And Acting According To Its Mandates.

Benevolence Is A World Of Itself -- A World Which Mankind, As Yet, Have Hardly Begun To Explore. We Have, As It Were, Only Skirted Along Its Coasts For A Few Leagues, Without Penetrating The Recesses, Or Gathering The Riches Of Its Vast Interior.