Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.

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

A power is passing from the earth.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.