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Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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.
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.