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

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.

Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.