Oh, Be My Friend, And Teach Me

Experience Is The Only Teacher, And We Get His Lesson Indifferently In Any School.

We Are All Wise For Other People, None For Himself.

The Hero Is Suffered To Be Himself.

The American Who Has Been Confined, In His Own Country, To The Sight Of Buildings Designed After Foreign Models, Is Surprised On Entering York Minster Or St. Peter's At Rome, By The Feeling That These Structures Are Imitations Also,--faint Copies Of An Invisible Archetype.

The People Fancy They Hate Poetry, And They Are All Poets And Mystics.