Truth Stood On One Side And Ease

It Is Very Sad For A Man To Make Himself Servant To A Single Thing; His Manhood All Taken Out Of Him By The Hydraulic Pressure Of Excessive Business.

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.

The Most Useful Is The Greatest.

In All The World There Is Nothing So Remarkable As A Great Man, Nothing So Rare, Nothing Which So Well Repays Study.

Man Never Falls So Low That He Can See Nothing Higher Than Himself.