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He who studies books alone will know how things ought to be, and he who studies men will know how read more
He who studies books alone will know how things ought to be, and he who studies men will know how they are.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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.
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.
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.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
You are in some brown study.
You are in some brown study.
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.
