All things that love the sun are out of doors.

There is a comfort in the strength of love;'T will make a thing endurable, which elseWould overset the brain, or break the heart. . . .

Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.

The child is father of the man

Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!