In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
Speech is great, but silence is greater.
Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.
Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.
I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity.
A poor creature who has said or done nothing worth a serious man taking the trouble of remembering.