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

'Tis healthy to be sick sometimes.

Enemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love.

You cannot perceive beauty but with a serene mind.

The student may read Homer or Æschylus in the Greek without danger of dissipation or luxuriousness, for it implies that hein some measure emulate their heroes, and consecrate morning hours to their pages.

The book exists for us perchance which will explain our miracles and and reveal new ones. The at present unutterable things we may find somewhere uttered. These same questions that disturb and puzzle and confound us have in their turn occurred to all the wise men; not one has been omitted; and each has answered them, according to his ability, by his words and his life.

Lose the world, get lost in it, and find your soul.