A True Teacher Defends His Students Against

Who Loves A Garden Still His Eden Keeps.

Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The Sure Cure For Spleen And Melancholy. Deeper Than Tears, These Irradiate The Tophets With Their Glad Heavens. Go Laugh, Vent The Pits, Transmuting Imps Into Angels By The Alchemy Of Smiles. The Satans Flee At The Sight Of These Redeemers.

Every Dogma Embodies Some Shade Of Truth To Give It Seeming Currency.

That Is A Good Book Which Is Opened With Expectation, And Closed With Delight And Profit.

The More One Endeavors To Sound The Depths Of His Ignorance The Deeper The Chasm Appears.