Say Not 'good-night' But In Some Brighter

We Should Contract Our Ideas Of Education, And Expect No More From It Than It Is Able To Perform.

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

If An Author Would Have Us Feel A Strong Degree Of Compassion, His Characters Must Not Be Too Perfect.

We Can Only Love What We Know.

The First Pale Blossom Of The Unripened Year.