Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

Shepherds At The Grange, Where The Babe Was Born, Sang With Many A Change, Christmas Carols Until Morn.

All Things Must Change To Something New, To Something Strange.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.

The Mind Of The Scholar, If You Would Have It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds. It Is Better That His Armor Should Be Somewhat Bruised By Rude Encounters Even, Than Hang Forever Rusting On The Wall.

If We Love One Another, Nothing, In Truth, Can Harm Us, Whatever Mischances May Happen.