These (literary) studies are the food of youth, and consolation
of age; they adorn prosperity, and are the comfort read more

These (literary) studies are the food of youth, and consolation
of age; they adorn prosperity, and are the comfort and refuge of
adversity; they are pleasant at home, and are no incumbrance
abroad; they accompany us at night, in our travels, and in our
rural retreats.
[Lat., Haec studia adolecentiam alunt, senectutem oblectant,
secundas res ornant, adversis solatium et perfugium praebent,
delectant domi, non impediunt foris, pernoctant nobiscum,
peregrinantur, rusticantur.

I know what I should love to do--to build a study; to write, and to think of nothing else. I read more

I know what I should love to do--to build a study; to write, and to think of nothing else. I want to bury myself in a den of books. I want to saturate myself with the elements of which they are made, and breathe their atmosphere until I am of it. Not a bookworm, being which is to give off no utterances; but a man in the world of writing--one with a pen that shall stop men to listen to it, whether they wish to or not.

The noblest exercise of the mind within doors, and most befitting a person of quality, is study.

The noblest exercise of the mind within doors, and most befitting a person of quality, is study.

Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow read more

Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow upon it. Thus, what was at first an exercise becomes at length an entertainment.

Exhausting thought,
And having wisdom with each studious year.

Exhausting thought,
And having wisdom with each studious year.

It always seems impossible until its done.

It always seems impossible until its done.

Priding himself in the pursuits of an inglorious ease.
[Lat., Studiis florentem ignobilis oti.]

Priding himself in the pursuits of an inglorious ease.
[Lat., Studiis florentem ignobilis oti.]

O Granta! sweet Granta! where studious of ease,
I slumbered seven years, and then lost by degrees.

O Granta! sweet Granta! where studious of ease,
I slumbered seven years, and then lost by degrees.

The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.

The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.