For Only By Unlearning Wisdom

The Better Part Of Every Man's Education Is That Which He Gives Himself.

Life Is The Jailer, Death The Angel Sent To Draw The Unwilling Bolts And Set Us Free.

How I Do Love The Earth. I Feel It Thrill Under My Feet. I Feel Somehow As If It Were Conscious Of My Love, As If Something Passed Into My Dancing Blood From It.

All That Hath Been Majestical In Life Or Death, Since Time Began, Is Native In The Simple Heart Of All, The Angel Heat Of Man.

He Gives Only The Worthless Gold Who Gives From A Sense Of Duty.