Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.
A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.
Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known.
Words, however, are things.
Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.
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.