Courage Never To Submit Of Yield.

Who Aspires Must Down As Low As High He Soar'd.

Where Shame Is, There Is Also Fear.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

Thus With The Year Seasons Return; But Not To Me Returns Day, Or The Sweet Approach Of Even Or Morn, Or Sight Of Vernal Bloom Or Summer's Rose, Or Flocks, Or Herds, Or Human Face Divine; But Cloud Instead, And Ever-during Dark Surrounds Me; From The Cheerful Ways Of Men Cut Off, And For The Book Of Knowledge Fair Presented With A Universal Blank Of Nature's Works, To Me Expung'd And Raz'd, And Wisdom At One Entrance Quite Shut Out.

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.