Life wastes itself whilst we are preparing to live.

Who can . . . guess how much industry and providence and affection we have caught from the pantomime of brutes?

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.

Never try to make anyone like you: you know, and God knows, that one of you is enough.

A cheerful, intelligent face is the end of culture.

THE POET A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray: They overleapt the horizon's edge, Searched with Apollo's privilege; Through man, and woman, and sea, and star, Saw the dance of nature forward far; Through worlds, and races, and terms, and times, Saw musical order, and pairing rhymes. Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.

People with great gifts are easy to find, but symmetrical and balanced ones never.