Every Great Institution Is The Lengthened Shadow

There Is Always A Best Way Of Doing Everything.

In A Library We Are Surrounded By Many Hundreds Of Dear Friends, But They Are Imprisoned By An Enchanter In These Paper And Leathern Boxes.

Nature Is Sanative, Refining, Elevating. How Cunningly She Hides Every Wrinkle Of Her Inconceivable Antiquity Under Roses, And Violets, And Morning Dew! Every Inch Of The Mountains Is Scarred By Unimaginable Convulsions, Yet The New Day Is Purple With The Bloom Of Youth And Love.

As Many Languages As He Has, As Many Friends, As Many Arts And Trades, So Many Times Is He A Man.

Genius Seems To Consistent Merely In Trueness Of Sight.