To have greatly dreamed precludes low ends.

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold.

Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

And what they dare to dream of, date to do.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

Reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes, to hear with the finest ears, and listen to the sweetest voices of all time.