Life Is The Childhood Of Our Immortality.

We Should Know Mankind Better If We Were Not So Anxious To Resemble One Another.

Sowing Is Not As Difficult As Reaping.

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

Nature Is The Living, Visible Garment Of God.

In The End We Retain From Our Studies Only That Which We Practically Apply.