It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were

Children Have Almost An Intuitive Discernment Between The Maxims You Bring Forward For Their Use, And Those By Which You Direct Your Own Conduct.

Time Deals Gently With Me; And Though I Feel That I Descend, The Slope Is Easy.

Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.

We Can Only Love What We Know.

Let Us Confess A Truth, Humiliating To Human Pride; - A Very Small Part Only Of The Opinions Of The Coolest Philosopher Are The Result Of Fair Reasoning; The Rest Are Formed By His Education, His Temperament, By The Age In Which He Lives, By Trains Of Thought Directed To A Particular Track Through Some Accidental Association - In Short, By Prejudice.