Libraries are as the shrines where all the relics of the ancient saints, full of true virtue, and that without delusion or imposture, are preserved and reposed.
That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
I love vast libraries; yet there is a doubt, If one be better with them or without,-- Unless he use them wisely, and, indeed, Knows the high art of what and how to read.
The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so much needed.
The quantity of books in a person's library, is often a cloud of witnesses to the ignorance of the owner.
Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future.
If you wish to strengthen a lie, mix a little truth in with it.
If you will do some deed before you die, Remember not this caravan of death, But have belief that every little breath Will stay with you for an eternity.
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built as we discern.
This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span: In his conception wretched, from the womb so to the tomb. Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years with cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.
What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.
The life that conquers is the life that moves with a steady resolution and persistence toward a predetermined goal. Those who succeed are those who have thoroughly learned the immense importance of plan in life, and the tragic brevity of time.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! Throughout the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
Without duty, life is soft and boneless; it cannot hold itself together.
The great business of life is to be, to do, to do without, and to depart.
Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
It's not your blue blood, your pedigree or your college degree. It's what you do with your life that counts.
A tragey means always a man's struggle with that which is stronger than man.
There is only one success-to be able to spend your life in your own way. Morrie Schwartz, in "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom -Christopher Morley.
Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.