But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, the mere materials with which wisdom builds, till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.

Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.