Books Have Become Our Dearest Companions, Yielding

A Cell Is Regarded As The True Biological Atom.

The Art Of Writing Is Not, As Many Seem To Imagine, The Art Of Bringing Fine Phrases Into Rhythmical Order, But The Art Of Placing Before The Reader Intelligible Symbols Of The Thoughts And Feelings In The Writer's Mind.

Imagination Is Not The Exclusive Appanage Of Artists, But Belongs In Varying Degrees To All Men.

I Am Suspicious Without A Motive, And Jealous Without Love; Although I Feel I Ought To Love Since I Desire To Be Loved.

Literature Is At Once The Cause And The Effect Of Social Progress. It Deepens Our Natural Sensibilities, And Strengthens By Exercise Our Intellectual Capacities. It Stores Up The Accumulated Experience Of The Race, Connecting Past And Present Into A Conscious Unity; And With This Store It Feeds Successive Generations, To Be Fed In Turn By Them.