Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.

Sculpture and painting have the effect of teaching us manners and abolishing hurry.

Friendship requires more time than poor busy men can usually command.

Nature is not slow to equip us in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere.

Hence, instead of Man Thinking, we have the bookworm. Hence, the book-learned class, who value books, as such; not as related to nature and the human constitution, but as making a sort of Third Estate with the world and the soul. Hence, the restorers of readings, the emendators, the bibliomaniacs of all degrees.

I believe that our own experience instructs us that the secret of Education lies in respecting the pupil.