A house without books is like a room without windows.
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
In vain do they talk of happiness who never subdued an impulse in obedience to a principle. He who never sacrificed a present to a future good, or a personal to a general one, can speak of happiness only as the blind speak of color.
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