Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

Let Nature be your teacher

His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.