Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books.

With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.

There is a crack in everything God has made

Life is a perpetual instruction in cause and effect.

Books are for nothing but to inspire

Nature is no sentimentalist, - does not cosset or pamper us. We must see that the world is rough and surly, and will not mind drowning a man or a woman; but swallows your ship like a grain of dust. The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple. The diseases, the elements, fortune, gravity, lightning, respect no persons.

We sell the thrones of angels for a short and turbulent pleasure.