Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.

Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?

No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Master books, but do not let them master you. - Read to live, not live to read.

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

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.