All Noble Enthusiasms Pass Through A Feverish

It Is Chiefly Through Books That We Enjoy The Intercourse With Superior Minds.

To Live Content With Small Means; To Seek Elegance Rather Than Luxury, And Refinement Rather Than Fashion; To Be Worthy, Not Respectable, And Wealthy, Not Rich; To Listen To Stars And Birds, Babes And Sages, With Open Heart; To Study Hard; To Think Quietly, Act Frankly, Talk Gently, Await Occasions, Hurry Never; In A Word, To Let The Spiritual, Unbidden And Unconscious, Grow Up Through The Common - This Is My Symphony.

Science And Art May Invent Splendid Modes Of Illuminating The Apartments Of The Opulent; But These Are All Poor And Worthless Compared With The Common Light Which The Sun Sends Into All Our Windows, Which He Pours Freely, Impartially Over Hill And Valley, Which Kindles Daily The Eastern And Western Sky; And So The Common Lights Of Reason, And Conscience, And Love, Are Of More Worth And Dignity Than The Rare Endowments Which Give Celebrity To A Few.

Let Every Man, If Possible, Gather Some Good Books Under His Roof.

He Who Is False To The Present Duty Breaks A Thread In The Loom, And You Will See The Effect When The Weaving Of A Life-time Is Unraveled.