Respect the child. Wait and see the new product of Nature. Nature loves analogies, but not repetitions. Respect the child. Be not too much his parent. Trespass not on his solitude.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.

I know and see too well, when not voluntarily blind, the speedy limits opersons called high and worthy.

For nonconformity the world will whip you with its displeasure.

Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years.

England, an old and exhausted island, must one day be contented, like other parents, to be strong only in her children.

Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books.