Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.

Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love.

The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.

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.

That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.