Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

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

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.