There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.