“تغير وجه العالم في ظني..منذ سمعت خطو روحك أول مرة”

“Men could not part us with their worldly jars,Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars,--And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,We should but vow the faster for the stars.”

“And trade is art, and art's philosophy,In Paris.”

“All actual heroes are essential men,And all men possible heroes.”

“My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.”

“No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.”

“Books, books, books!I had found the secret of a garret roomPiled high with cases in my father’s name;Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and outAmong the giant fossils of my past,Like some small nimble mouse between the ribsOf a mastodon, I nibbled here and thereAt this or that box, pulling through the gap,In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,The first book first. And how I felt it beatUnder my pillow, in the morning’s dark,An hour before the sun would let me read!My books!”