The thing done avails, and not what is said about it.
My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.
With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy. Round it all the muses sing.
The secret of education lies in respecting the pupil. It is not for you to choose what he shall know, what he shall do. It is chosen and foreordained and he only holds the key to his own secret.
The love of novels is the preference of sentiment to the senses.
Passion rebuilds the world for the youth. It makes all things alive and significant.