Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?

No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.

Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.

Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.

So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.

If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.

Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body, that, for a time, can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that the weak become so mighty!