A good book is the plectrum with which our else silent lyres are struck.

Take Time by the forelock. It is also the safest part to take a serpent by.

I, who cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust,... confess that I am astonished at the power of endurance, to say nothing of the moral insensibility, of my neighbors who confine themselves to shops and offices the whole day for weeks and months, aye, and years almost together. I know not what manner of stuff they are of,--sitting there now at three o'clock in the afternoon, as if it were three o'clock in the morning.

New ideas come into this world somewhat like falling meteors, with a flash and an explosion.

Art may varnish and gild, but it can do no more.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

There are as many strata at different levels of life as there are leaves in a book. When on the higher levels we can remember the lower levels, but when on the lower we cannot remember the higher.