Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

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

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.