Cannot we let [children] be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make another you. One's enough.

Do not believe that possibly you can escape the reward of your action.

When duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.

Thoughts come into our minds by avenues which we never left open, and thoughts go out of our minds through avenues which we never voluntarily opened.

Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told; somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas, sometimes with chisel on stone, sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music, but clearest and most permanent, in words.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me.