A Library Is But The Soul's Burying

One Should Go To Sleep As Homesick Passengers Do, Saying, "perhaps In The Morning We Shall See The Shore.

There Never Was A Liar That Had Not A Spot In Him Where He Could Not Help Admiring Truth.

Badgered, Snubbed And Scolded On The One Hand; Petted, Flattered And Indulged On The Other-it Is Astonishing How Many Children Work Their Way Up To An Honest Manhood In Spite Of Parents And Friends. Human Nature Has An Element Of Great Toughness In It.

Not That Which Men Do Worthily, But That Which They Do Successfully, Is What History Makes Haste To Record.

Precise Knowledge Is The Only True Knowledge, And He Who Does Not Teach Exactly, Does Not Teach At All.