Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Thought alone is eternal.
No one will learn anything at all, unless one first will learn humility.
Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!
The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.
It is, however, not to the museum, or the lecture-room, or the drawing- school, but to the library, that we must go for the completion of our humanity. It is books that bear from age to age the intellectual wealth of the world.