Deeds Survive The Doers.

Republics, One After Another . . . Have Perished From A Want Of Intelligence And Virtue In The Masses Of The People. . . .

It Is Far More Difficult, I Assure You, To Live For The Truth Than To Die For It.

Lost, Yesterday, Somewhere Between Sunrise And Sunset, Two Golden Hours, Each Set With Sixty Diamond Minutes. No Reward Is Offered For They Are Gone Forever.

Virtue Is An Angel, But She Is A Blind One, And Must Ask Knowledge To Show Her The Pathway That Leads To Her Goal.

We Who Are Engaged In The Sacred Cause Of Education Are Entitled To Look Upon All Parents As Having Given Hostages To Our Cause.