The Loss Of Fortune To A True

Truth Is Poetry; It Is The Grandest Poetry.

The Excellence And Inspiration Of Truth Is In The Pursuit, Not In The Mere Having Of It. The Pursuit Of All Truth Is A Kind Of Gymnastics; A Man Swings From One Truth With Higher Strength To Gain Another. The Continual Glory Is The Possibility Opening Before Us.

Truth Is The Root, But Human Sympathy Is The Flower Of Practical Life.

Never Does The Human Soul Appear So Strong As When It Foregoes Revenge, And Dares To Forgive An Injury.

Books! The Chosen Depositories Of The Thoughts, The Opinions, And The Aspirations Of Mighty Intellects; Like Wondrous Mirrors That Have Caught And Fixed Bright Images Of Souls That Have Passed Away; Like Magic Lyres, Whose Masters Have Bequeathed Them To The World, And Which Yet, Of Themselves, Ring With Unforgotten Music, While The Hands That Touched Their Chords Have Crumbled Into Dust. Books! They Are The Embodiments And Manifestations Of Departed Minds--the Living Organs Through Which Those Who Are Dead Yet Speak To Us.