To The World You Might Be One

America, You Have It Better Than Our Continent, The Old One.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.

Who Can Think Wise Or Stupid Things At All That Were Not Thought Already In The Past.

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.

Daily Life Is More Instructive Than The Most Effective Book.