We cannot overstate our debt to the Past, but the moment has the supreme claim.

What potent blood hath modest May.

In our fine arts, not imitation, but creation is the aim... The details, the prose of nature, he should omit, and give us only the spirit and splendour.

We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.

The true scholar grudges every opportunity of action passed, by, as a loss of power.

Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.