Language Is The Machine Of

What A Blessing It Is To Love Books As I Love Them;- To Be Able To Converse With The Dead, And To Live Amidst The Unreal!

A Man Who Should Act, For One Day, On The Supposition That All The People About Him Were Influenced By The Religion Which They Professed Would Find Himself Ruined By Night.

How Well Horatius Kept The Bridge In The Brave Days Of Old.

A Man Possessed Of Splendid Talents, Which He Often Abused, And Of A Sound Judgment, The Admonitions Of Which He Often Neglected; A Man Who Succeeded Only In An Inferior Department Of His Art, But Who In That Department Succeeded Pre-eminently.

If Anybody Would Make Me The Greatest King That Ever Lived, With Palaces, And Gardens And Fine Dinners, And Wine, And Coaches, And Beautiful Clothes, And Hundreds Of Servants, On Condition That I Would Not Read Books, I Would Not Be A King.