To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding.
Emily Bront.
“I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.”
“Ill walk, but not in old heroic traces,And not in paths of high morality,And not among the half-distinguished faces,The clouded forms of long-past history.Ill walk where my own nature would be lead...”
“And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day.”
“LinesI die but when the grave shall pressThe heart so long endeared to theeWhen earthy cares no more distressAnd earthy joys are nought to me.Weep not, but think that I have pastBefore thee o'er th...”
“Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels:Its wings are almost free--its home, its harbour found,Measuring the gulph, it stoops and da...”
“Hope Was but a timid friend;She sat without the grated den,Watching how my fate would tend,Even as selfish-hearted men.She was cruel in her fear;Through the bars one dreary day,I looked out to see ...”
“And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.”
“But the character of the music emphasized the tale as allegory--humorous, poignant, humane allegory--disclosing the metamorphosis of life itself, in which man moves from confident inexperience thro...”
“Arrived at an age when others had already long been married and had children and held important positions, and were obliged to produce the best that was in them with all their energy, I still regar...”
“You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him find it within himself.”
“It is easier to write a book with footnotes than the same book written so that children can understand it.”
“I never teach my pupils, I only attempt to provide the conditions in which they can learn.”