A Mighty Stream Of Tendency.

Books Let Us Into Their Souls And Lay Open To Us The Secrets Of Our Own.

The Best Part Of Our Lives We Pass In Counting On What Is To Come.

Learning Is Its Own Exceeding Great Reward; And At The Period Of Which We Speak, It Bore Other Fruits, Not Unworthy Of It.

Or Have I Passed My Time In Pouring Words Like Water Into Empty Sieves, Rolling A Stone Up A Hill And Then Down Again, Trying To Prove An Argument In The Teeth Of Facts, And Looking For Causes In The Dark, And Not Finding Them?

The Worst Old Age Is That Of The Mind.