True Love Is The Parent Of Humility.

It Feeds And Grows On The Blood Which It Sheds. The Passions , From Which It Springs, Gain Strength And Fury From Indulgence.

[peace] Is The Highest And Most Strenuous Act Of The Soul, But An Entirely Harmonious Act, In Which All Our Powers And Affections Are Blending In A Beautiful Proportion, And Sustain And Perfect One Another. It Is More Than The Silence After Storms. It Is As The Concord Of All Melodious Sounds ... An Alliance Of Love With All Beings, A Sympathy With All That Is Pure And Happy, A Surrender Of Every Separate Will And Interest, A Participation Of The Spirit And Life Of The Universe.... This Is Peace, And The True Happiness Of [humanity].

Poetry Reveals To Us The Loveliness Of Nature, Brings Back The Freshness Of Youthful Feelings, Reviews The Relish Of Simple Pleasures, Keeps Unquenched The Enthusiasm Which Warmed The Springtime Of Our Being, Refines Youthful Love, Strengthens Our Interest In Human Mature, By Vivid Delineations Of Its Tenderest And Softest Feelings, And Through The Brightness Of Its Prophetic Visions, Helps Faith To Lay Hold On The Future Life.

Every Human Being Is Intended To Have A Character Of His Own; To Be What No Others Are, And To Do What No Other Can Do.

Books Are True Levelers. They Give To All, Who Will Faithfully Use Them, The Society, The Spiritual Presence, Of The Best And Greatest Of Our Race.