Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance; and for thy nursling hast provided a soft swathing of love and infinite hope wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round by sweetest dreams!

All great peoples are conservative.

He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.

Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will.

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

Painful for a person is rebellious independence, only in loving companionship with his associates does a person feel safe: Only in reverently bowing down before the higher does a person feel exalted.

Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.