May books and nature be their early joy!
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.