The World Is So Beautiful That I

I Pay The Schoolmaster, But 'tis The Schoolboys That Educate My Son.

When Summer Opens, I See How Fast It Matures, And Fear It Will Be Short; But After The Heats Of July And August, I Am Reconciled, Like One Who Has Had His Swing, To The Cool Of Autumn.

A Life In Harmony With Nature, The Love Of Truth And Virtue, Will Purge The Eyes To Understanding Her Text.

We Seldom See Anybody Who Is Not Uneasy Or Afraid To Live.

Nature And Literature Are Subjective Phenomena; Every Evil And Every Good Thing Is A Shadow Which We Cast