Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.