If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate.

We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march.

Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.

It was for one minute that I saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?