Collectors are happy people.

Even the lowliest, provided he is whole, can be happy, and in his own . way, perfect.

The day is of infinite length for him who knows how to appreciate and use it.

The world sees only the reflection of merit; therefore when you come to know a really great man intimately, you may as often find him above as below his reputation.

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!

Look closely at those who patronize you. Half are unfeeling, half untaught.

A man's errors are what make him amiable.