Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In

I Cannot Believe Any Man Can Be Perfectly Well In Body, Who Has Much Labor Of The Mind To Perform.

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

An Enlightened Mind Is Not Hoodwinked; It Is Not Shut Up In A Gloomy Prison Till It Thinks The Walls Of Its Dungeon The Limits Of The Universe, And The Reach Of Its Own Chain The Outer Verge Of Intelligence.

Learn To Labour And To Wait.