Standing, With Reluctant Feet, Where The Brook

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize The Vanquished Gain.

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

There Are Favorable Hours For Reading A Book, As For Writing It.

The Rays Of Happiness, Like Those Of Light, Are Colorless When Unbroken.