All Knowledge Is Interesting To A Wise

Nature Herself Seems, I Say, To Take The Pen Out Of His Hand, And To Write For Him With Her Own Bare, Sheer, Penetrating Power.

Culture Is Properly Described As The Love Of Perfection; It Is A Study Of Perfection.

Ah! Two Desires Toss About The Poet's Feverish Blood; One Drives Him To The World Without, And One To Solitude.

Mind Is A Light Which The Gods Mock Us With, To Lead Those False Who Trust It.

Culture Is Both An Intellectual Phenomenon And A Moral One