Stop thinking for once in your life!

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .