In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

May books and nature be their early joy!

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.