Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.

Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?

There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

In the highest civilization the book is still the highest delight.

To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

We teach boys to be such men as we are. We do not teach them to aspire to be all they can. We do not give them a training as if webelieved in their noble nature. We scarce educate their bodies. We do not train the eye and the hand. We exercise their understandings to the apprehension and comparison of some facts, to a skill in numbers, in words; we aim to make accountants, attorneys, engineers; but not to make able, earnest, great- hearted men.