Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,<br> Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:<br> Little we see in Nature that is ours;<br> We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

When in doubt, tell the truth.

Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice, neither, in my opinion, is safe.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

No other job in the world could possibly dispossess one so completely as this job of teaching. You could stand all day in a laundry, for instance, still in possession of your mind. But this teaching utterly obliterates you. It cuts right into your being: essentially, it takes over your spirit. It drags it out from where it would hide.

Through me you pass into the city of woe:<br> Through me you pass into eternal pain:<br> Through me among the people lost for aye.<br> Justice the founder of my fabric moved:<br> To rear me was the task of power divine,<br> Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.<br> Before me things create were none, save things<br> Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.<br> All hope abandon, ye who enter here.<br>

Avarice, envy, pride,<br> Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all<br> On Fire.

When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a room full of dukes.

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.