The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize

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

It Is Folly To Pretend That One Ever Wholly Recovers From A Disappointed Passion. Such Wounds Always Leave A Scar. There Are Faces I Can Never Look Upon Without Emotion, There Are Names I Can Never Hear Spoken Without Almost Starting.

Wisely Improve The Present. It Is Thine.

If We Could Read The Secret History Of Our Enemies We Should Find In Each Man's Life Sorrow And Suffering Enough To Disarm All Hostility.

I Shot An Arrow Into The Air, It Fell To Earth, I Knew Not Where.