We Are Shut Up In Schools And

Moral Qualities Rule The World, But At Short Distances The Senses Are Despotic.

Beauty Is The Mark God Sets Upon Virtue.

Be Lord Of A Day, Through Wisdom And Justice, And You Can Put Up Your History Books.

How Silent, How Spacious, What Room For All, Yet Without Place To Insert An Atom--in Graceful Succession, In Equal Fullness, In Balanced Beauty, The Dance Of The Hours Goes Forward Still. Like An Odor Of Incense, Like A Strain Of Music, Like A Sleep, It Is Inexact And Boundless. It Will Not Be Dissected, Nor Unraveled, Nor Shown.

A Great Man Will Find A Great Subject, Or Which Is The Same Thing, Make Any Subject Great.