"Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests
And is never shaken;"

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do.  So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

"All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time."

"A book is like a garden carried in a pocket."

"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing."

"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”

"In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat,
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote,
The Lady of Shalott.”

"I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library."

"“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”

"“It's not what the world holds for you...but what you bring to it."

"I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do. "

"Be like the bird that, pausing in her flight
awhile on boughs too slight,
feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings,
knowing that she hath wings."

""The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, and all the sweet serenity of books."

"If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people."

"I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain dark things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul."

"The soul has illusions as the birds have wings — it is supported by them. "

""Human history, in essence, is the history of ideas."

“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.”