Let The Bird Sing Without Deciphering The

The Years Teach Much Which The Days Never Know.

Love Is The Bright Foreigner, The Foreign Self.

Commerce Is A Game Of Skill Which Everyone Cannot Play And Few Can Play Well.

Consider What You Have In The Smallest Well-chosen Library-a Company Of The Wisest And Wittiest Men Which Can Be Plucked Out Of All Civilized Countries In A Thousand Years. The Men Themselves Were Then Hidden And Inaccessible. They Were Solitary, Impatient Of Interruption, And Fenced By Etiquette. But Now They Are Immortal, And The Thought They Did Not Reveal, Even To Their Bosom Friends, Is Here Written Out In Transparent Words Of Light To Us, Who Are Strangers Of Another Age.

That Which We Do Not Call Education Is More Precious Than That Which We Call So.