History Is Clarified Experience.

Beauty Hath No True Glass, Except It Be In The Sweet Privacy Of Loving Eyes.

Worshippers Of Light Ancestral Make The Present Light A Crime.

The Better Part Of Every Man's Education Is That Which He Gives Himself.

If Youth Be A Defect, It Is One That We Outgrow Only Too Soon.

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days; Then Heaven Tries Earth If It Be In Tune, And Over It Softly Her Warm Ear Lays; Whether We Look, Or Whether We Listen, We Hear Life Murmur, Or See It Glisten.