I Have Always Considered It

From Thee, Great God, We Spring, To Thee We Tend,- Path, Motive, Guide, Original, And End.

Books That You May Carry To The Fire, And Hold Readily In Your Hand, Are The Most Useful After All.

Ignorance, When It Is Voluntary, Is Criminal.

He That Reads And Grows No Wiser Seldom Suspects His Own Deficiency, But Complains Of Hard Words And Obscure Sentences, And Asks Why Books Are Written Which Cannot Be Understood.

Pleasure Is Very Seldom Found Where It Is Sought. Our Brightest Blazes Of Gladness Are Commonly Kindled By Unexpected Sparks. The Flowers Which Scatter Their Odours From Time To Time In The Paths Of Life, Grow Up Without Culture From Seeds Scattered By Chance.