Language and Literature

Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious men who are deprived of honours or of wealth.

Oft on the dappled turf at ease
I sit, and play with similes,
Loose type of things through all degrees.

From the hour of the invention of printing, books, and not kings, were to rule the world. Weapons forged in the mind, keen-edged, and brighter than a sunbeam, were to supplant the sword and battle-axe. Books! lighthouses built on the sea of time! Books! by whose sorcery the whole pageantry of the world's history moves in solemn procession before our eyes. From their pages great souls look down in all their grandeur, undimmed by the faults and follies of earthly existence, consecrated by time.