That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

The Greatest Homage We Can Pay To Truth, Is To Use It.

Now The Heart Is So Full That A Drop Overfills It, We Are Happy Now Because God So Wills It; No Matter How Barren The Past May Have Been, 't Is Enough For Us Now That The Leaves Are Green; We Sit In The Warm Shade And Feel Right Well How The Sap Creeps Up And The Blossoms Swell... The Breeze Comes Whispering In Our Ear, That Dandelions Are Blossoming Near... Every Thing Is Upward Striving; 't Is As Easy Now For The Heart To Be True As For Grass To Be Green Or Skies To Be Blue, - 't Is The Natural Way Of Living.

Keats Longed For Fame, But Longed Above All To Deserve It.

It Is Not The Insurrections Of Ignorance That Are Dangerous, But The Revolts Of The Intelligence.