There Is No Crime Of Which I

I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me Without Augmenting Or Directly Invigorating My Activity.

A Teacher Who Can Arouse A Feeling For One Single Good Action, For One Single Good Poem, Accomplishes More Than He Who Fills Our Memory With Rows And Rows Of Natural Objects, Classified With Name And Form.

What Is Not Fully Understood Is Not Possessed.

The Follies Of The Wise Man Are Known To Himself, But Hidden From The World.

Let Mental Culture Go On Advancing, Let The Natural Sciences Progress In Even Greater Extent And Depth, And The Human Mind Widen Itself As Much As It Desires: Beyond The Elevation And Moral Culture Of Christianity, As It Shines Forth In The Gospels, It Will Not Go.