What Makes Old Age So Sad Is,

There Are So Many Tender And Holy Emotions Flying About In Our Inward World, Which, Like Angels, Can Never Assume The Body Of An Outward Act; So Many Rich And Lovely Flowers Spring Up Which Bear No Seed, That It Is A Happiness Poetry Was Invented, Which Receives Into Its Limbs All These Incorporeal Spirits, And The Perfume Of All These Flowers.

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

Education Should Bring To Light The Ideal Of The Individual.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.