The love of learning, the sequestered nooks
All the sweet serenity of books.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that files feels the attraction of earth.
