Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Resolve and thou art free.