Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'