Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Look back, and smile on perils past.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
