Naturally we are aware of the strength of our economy and naturally we don't want to downplay it.
All the glory of the world would be buried in oblivion, unless God had provided mortals with the remedy of books.
Books delight us when prosperity smiles upon us; they comfort us inseparably when stormy fortune frowns on us.
In books I find the dead as if they were alive; in books I foresee things to come; in books warlike affairs are set forth; from books come forth the laws of peace. All things are corrupted and decay in time; Saturn ceases not to devour the children that he generates; all the glory of the world would be buried in oblivion, unless God had provided mortals with the remedy of books.
Books are masters who instruct us without rods or ferules, without words or anger, without bread or money. If you approach them, they are not asleep; If you seek them, they do not hide; If you blunder, they do not scold; if you are ignorant, they do not laugh at you.
A library of wisdom, then, is more precious than all wealth, and all things that are desirable cannot be compared to it.
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of the clerical militia with which the missiles of the most wicked are destroyed; fruitful olives, vines of Engaddi, fig-trees knowing no sterility; burning lamps to be ever held in the hand.
Sorrow does not take away, but adds to the Christian's joy.
The world is richer than it is possible to express in any single language.
I have hitherto followed the lines marked out by the Theist in his attempt to prove that there exists a mind behind natural phenomena, and that the universe as we have it is, at least generally, an evidence of a plan designed by this mind. I have also pointed out that the only datum for such a conclusion is the universe we know. We must take that as a starting point. We can get neither behind it nor beyond it. We cannot start with God and deduce the universe from his existence; we must start with the world as we know it, and deduce God from the world.
Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you?