Primitive Societies Without Religion Have Never Been

The Conqueror Is Regarded With Awe; The Wise Man Commands Our Respect; But It Is Only The Benevolent Man That Wins Our Affection.

The Mortality Of All Inanimate Things Is Terrible To Me, But That Of Books Most Of All.

The Wrecks Of Slavery Are Fast Growing A Fungus Crop Of Sentiment.

The Book Which You Read From A Sense Of Duty, Or Because For Any Reason You Must, Does Not Commonly Make Friends With You.

He Who Sleeps In Continual Noise Is Wakened By Silence.