Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

The Highest Exercise Of Imagination Is Not To Devise What Has No Existence, But Rather To Perceive What Really Exists, Though Unseen By The Outward Eye-not Creation, But Insight.

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

Some Must Follow And Some Command, Through All Are Made Oclay.