Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
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.
