Ennui Shortens Life, And Bereaves The Day

The Solitary Knows The Essence Of The Thought, The Scholar In Society Only Its Fair Face.

I Suppose Every Old Scholar Has Had The Experience Of Reading Something In A Book Which Was Significant To Him, But Which He Could Never Find Again. Sure He Is That He Read It There, But No One Else Ever Read It, Nor Can He Find It Again, Though He Buy The Book And Ransack Every Page.

God Enters By A Private Door Into Every Individual.

But Genius Looks Forward: The Eyes Of Men Are Set In His Forehead, Not In His Hindhead: Man Hopes: Genius Creates.

The Only Way To Have A Friend Is To Be One.