A Library Is But The Soul's Burying

Happiness Is Not The End Of Life: Character Is.

Where All Of The Man Is What Property He Owns, It Does Not Take Long To Annihilate Him.

He That Lives By The Sight Of The Eye May Grow Blind.

Yea, Though The Breath Of Disappointment Should Chill The Sanguine Heart, Speedily Gloweth It Again, Warmed By The Live Embers Of Hope.

If We Would Have Anything Of Benefit, We Must Earn It, And Earning It Become Shrewd, Inventive, Ingenious, Active, Enterprising.