We scatter seeds with careless hand,
And dream we ne'er shall see them more;
But for a thousand years
Their fruit appears,
In weeds that mar the land,
Or healthful store.
The deeds we do, the words we say,
Into still air do seem to flee;
We count them ever past,
But they shall last.
In the dread judgment they
And we shall meet.
"Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it."
"I am a part of all whom I have met."
"No man or woman of humblest sort can really be strong, gentle, pure and good without somebody being helped and comforted by the very existenceof that goodness."
"The best way for a man to train up a child in the way he should go is to travel that way himself."
"Try to frequent the company of your betters. In books and life, that is the most wholesome society; learn to admire rightly; the great pleasure of life is that. Note what great men admired; they admired great things; narrow spirits admire basely and worship meanly."