How Like They Are To Human Things!

The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory On The Air.

The Spirit-world Around This World Of Sense Floats Like An Atmosphere, And Everywhere Wafts Through These Earthly Mists And Vapours Dense A Vital Breath Of More Ethereal Air.

The Mind Of The Scholar, If You Would Have It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds. It Is Better That His Armor Should Be Somewhat Bruised By Rude Encounters Even, Than Hang Forever Rusting On The Wall.

Success Is Not Something To Wait For, It Is Something To Work For.

No Endeavour Is In Vain; Its Reward Is In The Doing.