What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise? - Matthew Arnold

Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies...

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.

But be his My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole.