It was in making education not only common to all, but in some sense compulsory on all, that the destiny of the free republics of America was practically settled.

The eye is the notebook of the poet.

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

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.

Time makes ancient good uncouth.

The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.