So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

We teach boys to be such men as we are. We do not teach them to aspire to be all they can. We do not give them a training as if webelieved in their noble nature. We scarce educate their bodies. We do not train the eye and the hand. We exercise their understandings to the apprehension and comparison of some facts, to a skill in numbers, in words; we aim to make accountants, attorneys, engineers; but not to make able, earnest, great- hearted men.

All science is transcendental or else passes away.

Thoughts rule the world.

Coolness and absence of heat and haste indicate fine qualities.