On the whole, I thought it decent to finish my course at the University, if I had not quite lost the power of getting into the heart of books.

One who studies is not being a fool: that is an established truth.

I thanked Dr.
Julius for planting it among my recollections.

The bone and marrow of study form the surest antidote to the madness of that light gambler, the heart, and distasteful as books were, I had gained the habit of sitting down to them, which was as good as an instinct toward the right medicine, if it would but work.
On an afternoon of great heat I rode out for a gaze at the lake-palace, that I chose to fancy might be the last, foreseeing the possibility of one of my fits of movement coming on me before sunset.

My very pulses throbbed 'away!' Transferring the sense of overwhelming heat to my moral condition, I thought it the despair of silliness to stay baking in that stagnant place, where the sky did nothing but shine, gave nothing forth.
The sky was bronze, a vast furnace dome.