The bravest are the tenderest.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.