Thought alone is eternal.

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

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

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 true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known.

Rest is sweet after strife.