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.

Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.

Life is good, but not life in itself.

Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known.

In life there are meetings which seem Like a fate.

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

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.