Our Desires, Once Realized, Haunt Us Again

Certainly I Do Not Wish That Instead Of These Masters I Had Read Baby Books, Written Down To Children, And With Such Ignorant Dullness That They Blunt The Sense And Corrupt The Tastes Of The Still Plastic Human Being. But I Do Wish That I Had Read No Books At All Till Later - That I Had Lived With Toys, And Played In The Open Air. Children Should Not Cull The Fruits Of Reflection And Observation Early, But Expand In The Sun, And Let Thoughts Come To Them. They Should Not Through Books Antedate Their Actual Experiences.

Our Friends Should Be Our Incentives To Right, But Not Only Our Guiding, But Our Prophetic, Stars. To Love By Right Is Much, To Love By Faith Is More; Both Are The Entire Love, Without Which Heart, Mind, And Soul Cannot Be Alike Satisfied. We Love And Ought To Love One Another, Not Merely For The Absolute Worth Of Each, But On Account Of A Mutual Fitness Of Temporary Character.

There Is Such A Rebound From Parental Influence That It Generally Seems That The Child Makes Use Of The Directions Given By The Parent Only To Avoid The Prescribed Path.

No Temple Can Still The Personal Griefs And Strifes In The Breasts Of Its Visitors.

All Greatness Affects Different Minds, Each In Its Own Particular Kind, And The Variations Of Testimony Mark The Truth Of Feeling.