Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.

The Books That Charmed Us In Youth Recall The Delight Ever Afterwards; We Are Hardly Persuaded There Are Any Like Them, Any Deserving Our Equal Affections.

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

The Less Routine The More Life.

Every Dogma Embodies Some Shade Of Truth To Give It Seeming Currency.

That Is A Good Book Which Is Opened With Expectation, And Closed With Delight And Profit.