“Shaking off, with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home, man feels once more happy.”

“Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.”

“Cease, man, to mourn, to weep, to wail;Enjoy thy shining hour of sun;We dance along Death's icy brink,But is the dance less full of fun?”

“Home is where the books are”

“Do what thy manhood bids thee do,from none but self expect applause.He noblest lives and noblest dieswho makes and keeps his self-made laws.”

“Ah! gay the day with shine of sun,and bright the breeze, and blithe thethrongMet on the River-bank to play,when I was young, when I was young”

“And still the Weaver plies his loom, whose warp and woof is wretched ManWeaving th' unpattern'd dark design, so dark we doubt it owns a plan”