The question is whether [suicide] is the way out, or the way in.

Each work of art excludes the world, concentrates attention on itself. For the time it is the only thing worth doing -to do just that; be it a sonnet, a statue, a landscape, an outline head of Caesar, or an oration. Presently we return to the sight of another that globes itself into a whole as did the first, for example, a beautiful garden; and nothing seems worth doing in life but laying out a garden.

Our strength grows out of our weakness.

But there is no end to the praise of books, to the value of the library. Who shall estimate their influence on our population where all the millions read and write ? It is the joy of nations that man can communicate all his thoughts, discoveries and virtues to records that may last for centuries.

Pride eradicates all vices but itself.

Man is the broken giant, and in all his weakness both his body and his mind are invigorated by habits of conversation with nature.

Do what you fear and your fear will die.