We Can Only Love What We Know.

You Speak Of Beginning The Education Of Your Son. The Moment He Was Able To Form An Idea His Education Was Already Begun. . . .

The Well Taught Philosophic Mind To All Compassion Gives; Casts Round The World An Equal Eye, And Feels For All That Lives.

Time Deals Gently With Me; And Though I Feel That I Descend, The Slope Is Easy.

The Dead Of Midnight Is The Noon Of Thought.

We Should Contract Our Ideas Of Education, And Expect No More From It Than It Is Able To Perform.