Every Novel Is A Debtor To Homer.

It Is Long Ere We Discover How Rich We Are. Our History, We Are Sure, Is Quite Tame: We Have Nothing To Write, Nothing To Infer. But Our Wiser Years Still Run Back To The Despised Recollections Of Childhood. . . .

Research Is Not Seeing What Others Do Not See, It Is Seeing The Same Thing As Other People And Thinking What They Do Not.

Society Acquires New Arts, And Loses Old Instincts.

The Cardinal Virtue Of A Teacher [is] To Protect The Pupil From His Own Influence.

Good Bye, Proud World! I'm Going Home; Thou Art Not My Friend, And I'm Not Thine