Grief Is Not In The Nature Of

A Home Without Books Is A Body Without Soul.

We Are Motivated By A Keen Desire For Praise, And The Better A Man Is The More He Is Inspired By Glory. The Very Philosophers Themselves, Even In Those Books Which They Write In Contempt Of Glory, Inscribe Their Names.

Should This My Firm Persuasion Of The Soul's Immortality Prove To Be A Mere Delusion, It Is At Least A Pleasing Delusion, And I Will Cherish It To My Last Breath.

In The Master There Is A Servant, In The Servant A Master.

For The Laws Are Dumb In The Midst Of Arms.