I Find My Past In My Present,

Experience Converts Us To Ourselves When Books Fail Us.

Children Are Illuminated Text-books, Breviaries Of Doctrine, Living Bodies Of Divinity, Open Always And Inviting Their Elders To Peruse The Characters Inscribed On The Lovely Leaves.

Opposition Strengthens The Manly Will.

Travel Makes All Men Countrymen, Makes People Noblemen And Kings, Every Man Tasting Of Liberty And Dominion.

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.