The true university of these days is a collection of books.

Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.

The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.

The man of life upright has a guiltless heart, free from all dishonest deeds or thought of vanity.

Silence is the eternal duty of man.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Our main business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance but to do what lies clearly at hand.