Fools Are Without Number.

The Main Hope Of A Nation Lies In The Proper Education Of Its Youth

Retain The Wind By Compressing The Belly.

Man Is To Man Either A God Or A Wolf.

So Our Student Will Flit Like A Busy Bee Through The Entire Garden Of Literature, Light On Every Blossom, Collect A Little Nectar From Each, And Carry It To His Hive.

Nothing Is So Foolish, They Say, As For A Man To Stand For Office And Woo The Crowd To Win Its Vote, Buy Its Support With Presents, Court The Applause Of All Those Fools And Feel Self-satisfied When They Cry Their Approval, And Then In His Hour Of Triumph To Be Carried Round Like An Effigy For The Public To Stare At, And End Up Cast In Bronze To Stand In The Market Place.