Alas! we know that ideals can never be completely embodied in practice. Ideals must ever lie a great way off--and we will thankfully content ourselves with any not intolerable approximation thereto! Let no man, as Schiller says, too querulously "measure by a scale of perfection the meager product of reality" in this poor world of ours.

The greatest mistake is to imagine that we never err.

Hardened round us, encasing wholly every notion we form is a wrapping of traditions, hearsay's, and mere words.

The person who cannot laugh is not only ready for treason, and deceptions, their whole life is already a treason and deception.

It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.

I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.

Wonder is the basis of worship.