While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.
Experience converts us to ourselves when books fail us.
One must be rich in thought and character to owe nothing to books.
Labor humanizes, exalts.
Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.