Even Where There Is Talent, Culture, Knowledge,

Whenever We Do What We Can, We Immediately Can Do More.

When I Consider What Some Books Have Done For The World, And What They Are Doing, How They Keep Up Our Hope, Awaken New Courage And Faith, Soothe Pain, Give An Ideal Life Those Whose Hours Are Cold And Hard, Bind Together Distant Ages And Foreign Lands, Create New Worlds Of Beauty, Bring Down Truth From Heaven; I Give Eternal Blessings For This Gift, And Thank God For Books.

Unmixed Praise Is Not Due To Any One. It Leaves Behind A Sense Of Unreality. We Can Only Do Justice To A Great Man By A Discriminating Criticism. Hero-worship, Which Paints A Faultless Monster, Whom The World Never Saw, Is Like Those Modern Pictures Which Are A Blaze Of Light Without Any Shadow.

We Are Either Progressing Or Retrograding All The While; There Is No Such Thing As Remaining Stationary In This Life.

Progress, In The Sense Of Acquisition, Is Something; But Progress In The Sense Of Being, Is A Great Deal More. To Grow Higher, Deeper, Wider, As The Years Go On; To Conquer Difficulties, And Acquire More And More Power; To Feel All One's Faculties Unfolding, And Truth Descending Into The Soul,--this Makes Life Worth Living.