Every Man Is A Volume If You

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

War Is To Be Ranked Among The Most Dreadful Calamities Which Fall On A Guilty World; And, What Deserves Consideration, It Tends To Multiply And Perpetuate Itself Without End. It Feeds And Grows On The Blood Which It Sheds. The Passions, From Which It Springs, Gain Strength And Fury From Indulgence.

The Mind, In Proportion As It Is Cut Off From Free Communication With Nature, With Revelation, With God, With Itself, Loses Its Life, Just As The Body Droops When Debarred From The Air And The Cheering Light From Heaven.

Great Minds Are To Make Others Great. Their Superiority Is To Be Used, Not To Break The Multitude To Intellectual Vassalage, Not To Establish Over Them A Spiritual Tyranny, But To Rouse Them From Lethargy, And To Aid Them To Judge For Themselves.

Real Greatness Has Nothing To Do With A Man’s Sphere. It Does Not Lie In The Magnitude Of His Outward Agency, In The Extent Of The Effects Which He Produces. The Greatest Men May Do Comparatively Little.