The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.