Doing Nothing For Others Is The Undoing

Every Hand And Every Hour Should Be Devoted To Rescue The World From Its Insanity Of Guilt, And To Assuage The Pangs Of Human Hearts With Balm And Anodyne. To Pity Distress Is But Human; To Relieve It Is Godlike.

So, In The Infinitely Nobler Battle In Which You Are Engaged Against Error And Wrong, If Ever Repulsed Or Stricken Down, May You Always Be Solaced And Cheered By The Exulting Cry Of Triumph Over Some Abuse In Church Or State, Some Vice Or Folly In Society, Some False Opinion Or Cruelty Or Guilt Which You Have Overcome! And I Beseech You To Treasure Up In Your Hearts These My Parting Words: Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have Won Some Victory For Humanity.

Both Poetry And Philosophy Are Prodigal Of Eulogy Over The Mind Which Ransoms Itself By Its Own Energy From A Captivity To Custom, Which Breaks The Common Bounds Of Empire, And Cuts A Simplon Over Mountains Of Difficulty For Its Own Purposes, Whether Of Good Or Of Evil.

A House Without Books Is Like A Room Without Windows. No Man Has A Right To Bring Up His Children Without Surrounding Them With Books, If He Has The Means To Buy Them.

A Human Being Is Not Attaining His Full Heights Until He Is Educated.