What Is Hardest Of All? That Which

I Never Believed In Trying To Do Anything. Whatever I Set Out To Do I Found I Had Already Accomplished.

Is It Life, I Ask, Is It Even Prudence, To Bore Thyself And Bore The Students?

Still This Planet's Soil For Noble Deeds Grants Scope Abounding.

It Is Not Always Needful For Truth To Take A Definite Shape; It Is Enough If It Hovers About Us Like A Spirit And Produces Harmony; If It Is Wafted Through The Air Like The Sound Of A Bell, Grave And Kindly.

Life Belongs To The Living, And He Who Lives Must Be Prepared For Changes.