Joseph Fort Newton

Time is a river...and books are boats. Many volumes start down that stream, only to be wrecked and lost beyond recall in its sands. Only a few, a very few, endure the testings of time and live to bless the ages following.

Men build too many walls and not enough bridges.

Not what we have but what we use not what we see but what we choose-these are the things that mar or bless human happiness.