If time is precious, no book that will not improve by repeated readings deserves to be read at all. - Thomas Carlyle

When the oak-tree is felled, the whole forest echoes with it; but a hundred acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.

Conviction is worthless unless it is converted into conduct.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also, it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.