It has been well said that tea is suggestive of a thousand wants, from which spring the decencies and luxuries of civilization.

Our belief in education is unbounded, our reverence for it is unfaltering, our loyalty to it is unshaken by reverses. Our passionate desire, not so much to acquire it as to bestow it, is the most animated of American traits.

It was hard to speed the male child up the stony heights of erudition, but it was harder still to check the female child at the crucial point, and keep her tottering decorously behind her brother.

Miserliness is the one vice that grows stronger with increasing years. It yields its sordid pleasures to the end.

Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.

It is because of our unassailable enthusiasm, our profound reverence for education, that we habitually demand of it the impossible. The teacher is expected to perform a choice and varied series of miracles.

People with theories of life are, perhaps, the most relentless of their kind, for no time or place is sacred from their devastating elucidations.