The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the conquering of an obstacle is always sure to do. Sometimes when the rocks and stone-clad hills loom large ahead, and eternity itself would be needed to carve a passage, there is an easy way around. The discovery of it makes the river sing with gladness and turns the murmurous deeps to living water, bright with ripples and foam.

The appointed thing comes at the appointed time in the appointed way.

Of all the things that make for happiness, the love of books comes first. No matter how the world may have used us, sure solace lies there.

How strange it is that life must be nearly over, before one fully learns to live!

There is only one path which leads to the house of forgiveness - that of understanding.

There is a great deal of trouble in this world which is not caused by people keeping their mouths shut.

May our house always be too small to hold all of our friends.