It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.

When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

There is no past, as long as books shall live. Books make the past our heritage and our home.

Bright and illustrious illusions!

Never get a reputation for a small perfection if you are trying for fame in a loftier area. The world can only judge by generals, and it sees that those who pay considerable attention to minutiae seldom have their minds occupied with great things.

Nothing so good as a university education, nor worse than a university without its education.