We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.