Nothing Is More Dangerous Than Solitude.

Good Children's Literature Appeals Not Only To The Child In The Adult, But To The Adult In The Child.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights.

Cursed Mammon Be, When He With Treasures To Restless Action Spurs Our Fate! Cursed When For Soft, Indulgent Leisures, He Lays For Us The Pillows Straight.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than An Active Ignorance. [ger., Es Ist Nichts Schrecklicher Als Eine Thatige Unwissenheit.]

Quite Often, As Life Goes On, When We Feel Completely Secure As We Go On Our Way, We Suddenly Notice That We Are Trapped In Error, That We Have Allowed Ourselves To Be Taken In By Individuals, By Objects, Have Dreamt Up An Affinity With Them Which Immediately Vanishes Before Our Waking Eye; And Yet We Cannot Tear Ourselves Away, Held Fast By Some Power That Seems Incomprehensible To Us. Sometimes, However, We Become Fully Aware And Realize That Error As Well As Truth Can Move And Spur Us On To Action.