The Better Part Of Every Man's Education

The Nurse Of Full-grown Souls Is Solitude.

Old Gold Has A Civilizing Virtue Which New Gold Must Grow Old To Be Capable Of Secreting.

I Willingly Confess To So Great A Partiality For Trees As Tempts Me To Respect A Man In Exact Proportion To His Respect For Them.

The Mind Can Weave Itself Warmly In The Cocoon Of Its Own Thoughts, And Dwell A Hermit Anywhere.

The True Ideal Is Not Opposed To The Real But Lies In It; And Blessed Are The Eyes That Find It.