Life is good, but not life in itself.
Art is Nature made by Man, To Man the interpreter of God.
Rest is sweet after strife.
They only fall, that strive to move, Or lose, that care to keep.
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.
No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.