There Are Joys Which Long

The Bibliophile Is The Master Of His Books, The Bibliomaniac Their Slave.

It Is Defeat That Turns Bone To Flint, Gristle To Muscle, And Makes Men Invincible.

A Boy Is A Piece Of Existence Quite Separate From All Things Else, And Deserves Separate Chapters In The Natural History Of Men.

Religion, In One Sense, Is A Life Of Self-denial, Just As Husbandry, In One Sense, Is A Work Of Death.

Nothing Can Be Further Apart Than True Humility And Servility.