Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.