There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.

What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to a human soul.

Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed.