No One Should Teach Who Is Not

It Isn't The Thing You Do, Dear, It's The Thing You Leave Undone Which Gives You A Bit Of Heartache At The Setting At The Setting Of The Sun.

In The Whole Round Of Human Affairs Little Is So Fatal To Peace As Misunderstanding.

I Would Not, If I Could, Give Up The Memory Of The Joy I Have Had In Books For Any Advantage That Could Be Offered In Other Pursuits Or Occupations. Books Have Been To Me What Gold Is To The Miser, What New Fields Are To The Explorer.

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.