Civilization Is The Making Of Civil Persons.

You May Chisel A Boy Into Shape, As You Would A Rock, Or Hammer Him Into It, If He Be Of A Better Kind, As You Would A Piece Of Bronze. But You Cannot Hammer A Girl Into Anything. She Grows As A Flower Does.

They Are Good Furniture Pictures, Unworthy Of Praise, And Undeserving Of Blame.

It Is Far More Difficult To Be Simple Than To Be Complicated.

God Alone Can Finish.

And Besides; The Problem Of Land, At Its Worst, Is A Bye One; Distribute The Earth As You Will, The Principal Question Remains Inexorable, Who Is To Dig It? Which Of Us, In Brief Word, Is To Do The Hard And Dirty Work For The Rest, And For What Pay?