And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond.
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
Lords are lordliest in their wine.
Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.
It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring blindness.
What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?
The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him and imitate Him.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a certain potency of life in them, to be as active as the soul whose progeny they are; they preserve, as in a vial, the purest efficacy and extraction of the living intellect that bred them.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.