No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.

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

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

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.

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

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

We gain justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain.