Practice Radical Humility." He (or She)who Masters

No Man Thoroughly Understands A Truth Until He Has Contended Against It.

What Is The Imagination? Only An Arm Or Weapon Of The Interior Energy; Only The Precursor Of The Reason.

We Prize Books, And They Prize Them Most Who Are Themselves Wise.

Spring Still Makes Spring In The Mind When Sixty Years Are Told: Love Wakes Anew This Throbbing Heart, And We Are Never Old Over The Winter Glaciers I See The Summer Glow And Through The Wind-piled Snowdrift The Warm Rosebuds Below.

A Scholar Does Not Wish To Be Always Pumping His Brains; He Wants Gossips.