What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

The budding rose above the rose full blown.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.