There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.

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.

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.

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

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

There is a pleasure that is born of pain.