The Intellect Has Only One Failing, Which,

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself.

Taste Is The Next Gift To Genius.

The Riches Of Scholarship, The Benignities Of Literature, Defy Fortune And Outlive Calamity. They Are Beyond The Reach Of Thief Or Moth Or Rust. As They Cannot Be Inherited, So They Cannot, Be Alienated.

And Blessed Are The Horny Hands Of Toil.

Get But The Truth Once Uttered, And 'tis Like A Star New-born That Drops Into Its Place And Which, Once Circling In Its Placid Round, Not All The Tumult Of The Earth Can Shake.