All That Hath Been Majestical In Life

Solitude Is As Needful To The Imagination As Society Is Wholesome For The Character.

How I Do Love The Earth. I Feel It Thrill Under My Feet. I Feel Somehow As If It Were Conscious Of My Love, As If Something Passed Into My Dancing Blood From It.

Books Are The Bees Which Carry The Quickening Pollen From One To Another Mind.

Truth Always Has A Bewitching Savor Of Newness In It, And Novelty At The First Taste Recalls That Original Sweetness To The Tongue; But Alas For Him Who Would Make The One A Substitute For The Other.

And What They Dare To Dream Of, Date To Do.