"These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves." — Gilbert Highet

The real duty of man is not to extend his power or multiply his wealth beyond his needs, but to enrich and enjoy his imperishable possession: his soul.

Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.

Many people have played themselves to death. Many people have eaten and drunk themselves to death. Nobody ever thought himself to death.

A teacher must believe in the value and interest of his subject as a doctor believes in health.