Spirits That Have Once Been Sincerely United

Who Can Ever Be Alone For A Moment In Italy? Every Stone Has A Voice, Every Grain Of Dust Seems Instinct With Spirit From The Past, Every Step Recalls Some Line, Some Legend Of Long-neglected Lore.

Plants Of Great Vigor Will Almost Always Struggle Into Blossom, Despite Impediments. But There Should Be Encouragement, And A Free Genial Atmosphere For Those Of More Timid Sort, Fair Play For Each In Its Own Kind.

If You Have Knowledge, Let Others Light Their Candles In It.

The Character And History Of Each Child May Be A New And Poetic Experience To The Parent, If He Will Let It.

All Around Us Lies What We Neither Understand Nor Use. Our Capacities, Our Instincts For This Our Present Sphere Are But Half Developed. Let Us Confine Ourselves To That Till The Lesson Be Learned; Let Us Be Completely Natural; Before We Trouble Ourselves With The Supernatural. I Never See Any Of These Things But I Long To Get Away And Lie Under A Green Tree And Let The Wind Blow On Me. There Is Marvel And Charm Enough In That For Me.