But Civlyzation Doos Git Forrid

With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part The Spirit's Sight Grows Clearer.

The Nunneries Of Silent Nooks, The Murmured Longing Of The Wood.

The True Ideal Is Not Opposed To The Real But Lies In It; And Blessed Are The Eyes That Find It.

It May Be Glorious To Write Thoughts That Shall Glad The Two Or Three High Souls, Like Those Far Stars That Come In Sight Once In A Century.

The Opening Of The First Grammar School Was The Opening Of The First Trench Against Monopoly In Church And State.