Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

A brotherhood of venerable trees.

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.

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.

Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.