A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed. She is said to lie at the bottom of a well, for the very reason, perhaps, that whoever looks down in search of her sees his own image at the bottom, and is persuaded not only that he has seen the goddess, but that she is far better looking than he had imagined.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Whom the heart of man shuts out, Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence mid the worlds loud din.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.

In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.