“The child is father of the man.”

“Surprised by joy- impatient as the WindI turned to share the transport-- Oh! with whomBut thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,That spot which no vicissitude can find?Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee? Through what power,Even for the least division of an hour,Have I been so beguiled as to be blindTo my most grievous loss? -- That thought's returnWas the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;That neither present time, nor years unbornCould to my sight that heavenly face restore.”

“we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particularway in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.”

“The child is father of the man.”

“How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.”

“Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.”

“Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.”

“To begin, begin.”

“Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.”

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

“Faith is a passionate intuition.”