I believe that our own experience instructs us that the secret of Education lies in respecting the pupil.

An orchard, good tillage, good grounds, seem a fixture, like a gold mine, or a river, to a citizen; but to a large farmer, not much more fixed than the state of the crop.

Whilst we want cities as the centres where the best things are found, cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

A cheerful intelligent face is the end of culture, and success enough. For it indicates the purpose of Nature and wisdom attained.

Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.