Genius Is Its Own End.

Every Evil To Which We Do Not Succumb Is A Benefactor.

We Prize Books, And They Prize Them Most Who Are Themselves Wise.

Gold And Iron Are Good To Buy Iron And Gold.

I Am Sure Of This, That By Going Much Alone A Man Will Get More Of A Noble Courage In Thought And Word Than From All The Wisdom That Is In Books.

We Come To Our Own And Would Make Friends With Matter, Which The Ambitious Chatter Of The Schools Would Persuade Us To Despise. We Can Never Part With It; The Mind Loves Its Old Home: As Water To Our Thirst, So Is Rock, The Ground, To Our Eyes, And Hands, And Feet. It Is Firm Water: It Is Cold Flame: What Health, What Affinity!