Let us tenderly and kindly cherish therefore, the means of knowledge. Let us dare to read, think, speak, and write .

I was walking through the woods, thinking about christ. If he was a carpenter, I wondered what he charged for bookshelves.

When one thinks what one leaves in the world when one dies, Only silence is strong, - all the rest is but lies.

My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers.