The Sun Is The Sole Inconsumable Fireand

The Cardinal Virtue Of A Teacher [is] To Protect The Pupil From His Own Influence.

Nature Is A Frugal Mother, And Never Gives Without Measure. When She Has Work To Do, She Qualifies Men For That And Sends Them Equipped.

We Come To Our Own And Would Make Friends With Matter, Which The Ambitious Chatter Of The Schools Would Persuade Us To Despise. We Can Never Part With It; The Mind Loves Its Old Home: As Water To Our Thirst, So Is Rock, The Ground, To Our Eyes, And Hands, And Feet. It Is Firm Water: It Is Cold Flame: What Health, What Affinity!

Who Leaves The Pine-tree, Leaves His Friend, Unnerves His Strength, Invites His End.

A Moment Is A Concentrated Eternity.