One Thing I Certainly Never Was Made

If There Is Anything For Which I Would Go Back To Childhood, And Live This Weary Life Over Again, It Is For The Burning, Exalting, Transporting Thrill And Ecstasy With Which The Young Faculties Hold Their Earliest Communion With Knowledge.

Ignorance Breeds Monsters To Fill Up The Vacancies Of The Soul That Are Unoccupied By The Verities Of Knowledge.

Resistance To Improvement Contradicts The Noblest Instincts Of The Race. It Begets Its Opposite. The Fanaticism Of Reform Is Only The Raging Of The Accumulated Waters Caused By The Obstructions Which An Ultra Conservatism Has Thrown Across The Stream Of Progress; And Revolution Itself Is But The Sudden Overwhelming And Sweeping Away Of Impediments That Should Have Been Seasonably Removed.

Be Careful Never To Retire To Rest In A Room Not Properly Ventilated.

Where A Love Of Natural Beauty Has Been Cultivated, All Nature Becomes A Stupendous Gallery, As Much Superior In Form And In Coloring To The Choicest Collections Of Human Art, As The Heavens Are Broader And Loftier Than The Louvre Or The Vatican.