No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. To those who knock it is opened.

He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less.

In those days a boy on the classical side officially did almost nothing but classics. I think this was wise; the greatest service we can to education today is to teach few subjects. No one has time to do more than a very few things well before he is twenty, and when we force a boy to be a mediocrity in a dozen subjects we destroy his standards, perhaps for life.

All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.

But the most obvious fact about praise — whether of God or anything — strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honor. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless (sometimes even if) shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately brought in to check it.

While friendship has been by far the chief source of my happiness, acquaintance or general society has always meant little to me, and I cannot quite understand why a man should wish to know more people than he can make real friends of.

What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.