The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.