We Can Only Love What We Know.

Eternity.—thy Name Or Glad, Or Fearful, We Pronounce, As Thoughts Wandering In Darkness Shape Thee. Thou Strange Being, Which Art And Must Be, Yet Which Contradict'st All Sense, All Reasoning,—thou, Who Never Wast Less Than Thyself, And Who Still Art Thyself Entire, Though The Deep Draught Which Time Has Taken Equals Thy Present Store—no Line Can Reach To Thy Unfathomed Depths. The Reasoning Sage Who Can Dissect A Sunbeam, Count The Stars, And Measure Distant Worlds, Is Here A Child, And, Humbled, Drops His Calculating Pen.

The Most Characteristic Mark Of A Great Mind Is To Choose Some One Important Object, And Pursue It For Life.

It Is, In Truth, The Most Absurd Of All Suppositions, That A Human Being Can Be Educated, Or Even Nourished And Brought Up, Without Imbibing Numberless Prejudices From Every Thing Which Passes Around Him.

Young Gentlemen, Who Are To Display Their Knowledge To The World, Should Have Every Motive Of Emulation, Should Be Formed Into Regular Classes, Should Read And Dispute Together, Should Have All The Honors, And, If One May Say So, The Pomp Of Learning Set Before Them, To Call Up Their Ardor. It Is Their Business, And They Should Apply To It As Such.

Of Her Scorn The Maid Repented, And The Shepherd - Of His Love.