The health of the eye demands a horizon.

The key to every man is his thought. Sturdy and defying though he look, he has a helm which he obeys, which is the idea after which all his facts are classified. He can only be reformed by showing him a new idea which commands his own.

Truth is beautiful within and without, forevermore.

When there is no vision, people perish.

The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it.

The poem is a confession of faith.