Who is old enough to have learned from experience?

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . .

So is the English Parliament provincial. Mere country bumpkins, they betray themselves, when any more important question arises for them to settle, the Irish question, for instance,--the English question why did I not say? Their natures are subdued to what they work in. Their "good breeding" respects only secondary objects.

Music is the sound of the universal laws promulgated. It is the only assured tone. There are in it such strains as far surpass anyman's faith in the loftiness of his destiny. Things are to be learned which it will be worth the while to learn.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow.

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?