Give Me A House Furnished With Books

Truths, No Matter How Momentous Or Enduring, Are Nothing To The Individual Until He Appreciates Them, And Feels Their Force, And Acknowledges Their Sovereignty. He Cannot Bow To Their Majesty Until He Sees Their Power. All The Blind Then, And All The Ignorant--that Is, All The Children--must Be Educated Up To The Point Of Perceiving And Admitting The Truth, And Acting According To Its Mandates.

Virtue Is An Angel, But She Is A Blind One, And Must Ask Knowledge To Show Her The Pathway That Leads To Her Goal.

In Such A World As Ours The Idle Man Is Not So Much A Biped As A Bivalve; And The Wealth Which Breeds Idleness, Of Which The English Peerage Is An Example, And Of Which We Are Beginning To Abound In Specimens In This Country, Is Only A Sort Of Human Oyster Bed, Where Heirs And Heiresses Are Planted, To Spend A Contemptible Life Of Slothfulness In Growing Plump And Succulent For The Grave-worms' Banquet.

If Temperance Prevails, Then Education Can Prevail; If Temperance Fails, Then Education Must Fail.

Even The Choicest Literature Should Be Taken As The Condiment, And Not As The Sustenance Of Life. It Should Be Neither The Warp Nor The Woof Of Existence, But Only The Flowery Edging Upon Its Borders.