That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.

All unrest is but the struggle of the soul to reassure herself of her inborn immortality.

Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.

Success is sweet and sweeter if long delayed and gotten through many struggles and defeats.

The history of books shows the humblest origin of some of the most valued, wrought as these were out of obscure materials by persons whose names thereafter became illustrious. The thumbed volumes, now so precious to thousands, were compiled from personal experiences and owe their interest to touches of inspiration of which the writer was less author than amanuensis, himself the voiced word of life for all times.

Genius--the free and harmonious play of all the faculties of a human being.

Of gifts, there seems none more becoming to offer a friend than a beautiful book.