
His soul overflowed with ardent affections, and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous nature that the worldly-minded teach us to look for only in the imagination.
— Mary Shelley
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THE LIBRARY
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His soul overflowed with ardent affections, and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous nature that the worldly-minded teach us to look for only in the imagination.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life--while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

I love man as my fellow; but his sceptre real or usurped, extends not to me, unless the reason of an individual demands my homage; and even then the submission is to reason, and not to man.

The only conscience we can trust to is the massive sense of wrong in a class, and the best wisdom that will work is the wisdom of balancing claims.

Our burdens are here, our road is before us, and the longing for goodness and happiness is the guide that leads us through many troubles and mistakes to the peace which is a true Celestial City.

I have thus far sketched the events of my life, but I have not shown how much I have depended on books not only for pleasure and for the wisdom they bring to all who read, but also for that knowledge which comes to others through their eyes and their ears.

I went at it in good earnest, working for the first time with the hope of reward.

It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.

The true joy of a man, is to do that which properly belongs unto a man.

Therefore, at the same time that we lie, we are very ready to show how it is demonstrated that lying is wrong.

Therefore the sage manages affairs without doing anything, and conveys his instructions without the use of speech.

We have built for this world a family mansion, and for the next a family tomb.

The scholar is that man who must take up into himself all the ability of the time, all the contributions of the past, all the hopes of the future.

We were always good friends, and now we are better.

To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate, but the hearts of men, when unprejudiced by any obvious self-interest, are full of brotherly love and charity.

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.