Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.

Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.

Many-sidedness of culture makes our vision clearer and keener in particulars.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.

In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.