Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

Education Should Bring To Light The Ideal Of The Individual.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

You Prove Your Worth With Your Actions, Not With Your Mouth.