I pay the schoolmaster, but 'tis the schoolboys that educate my son.

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.

The university must be retrospective. The gale that gives direction to the vanes on all its towers blows out of antiquity.

The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues.

Converse with a mind that is grandly simple, and literature looks like word-catching. The simplest utterances are worthiest to bewritten, yet are they so cheap, and so things of course, that, in the infinite riches of the soul, it is like gathering a few pebbles off the ground, or bottling a little air in a phial, when the whole earth and the whole atmosphere are ours.

Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.

Language is the archives of history.