A Human Being Is Not Attaining His

Love--that Divine Fire Which Was Made To Light And Warm The Temple Of Home--sometimes Burns At Unholy Altars.

In Dress, Seek The Middle Between Foppery And Shabbiness.

Even The Choicest Literature Should Be Taken As The Condiment, And Not As The Sustenance Of Life. It Should Be Neither The Warp Nor The Woof Of Existence, But Only The Flowery Edging Upon Its Borders.

There Is Not A Good Work Which The Hand Of Man Has Ever Undertaken, Which His Heart Has Ever Conceived, Which Does Not Require A Good Education For Its Helper.

If Ever There Was A Cause, If Ever There Can Be A Cause, Worthy To Be Upheld By All Of Toil Or Sacrifice That The Human Heart Can Endure, It Is The Cause Of Education. It Has Intrinsic And Indestructible Merits. It Holds The Welfare Of Mankind In Its Embrace, As The Protecting Arms Of A Mother Hold Her Infant To Her Bosom. The Very Ignorance And Selfishness Which Obstructs Its Path Are The Strongest Arguments For Its Promotion, For It Furnishes The Only Adequate Means For Their Removal.