Your Education Begins Where What Is Called

But The Good Deed, Through The Ages Living In Historic Pages, Brighter Grows And Gleams Immortal, Unconsumed By Moth Or Rust.

The Bravest Are The Tenderest.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.

Sweet As The Tender Fragrance That Survives, When Martyred Flowers Breathe Out Their Little Lives, Sweet As A Song That Once Consoled Our Pain, But Never Will Be Sung To Us Again, Is They Remembrance. Now The Hour Of Rest Hath Come To Thee. Sleep, Darling: It Is Best.

Our Pleasures And Our Discontents, Are Rounds By Which We May Ascend.