It Is Not From Reason

No Place Affords A More Striking Conviction Of The Vanity Of Human Hopes Than A Public Library; For Who Can See The Wall Crowded On Every Side By Mighty Volumes, The Works Of Laborious Meditations And Accurate Inquiry, Now Scarcely Known But By The Catalogue.

Those Authors Are To Be Read At Schools That Supply Most Axioms Of Prudence.

Human Life Is Everywhere A State In Which Much Is To Be Endured, And Little To Be Enjoyed.

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

Poetry Is The Art Of Uniting Pleasure With Truth.