Do we, mad as we all are after riches, hear often enough from the pulpit the spirit of those words in which Dean Swift, in his epitaph on the affluent and profligate Colonel Chartres, announces the small esteem of wealth in the eyes of God, from the fact of His thus lavishing it upon the meanest and basest of His creatures?

A true teacher should penetrate to whatever is vital in his pupil, and develop that by the light and heat of his own intelligence.

No education deserves the name unless it develops thought, unless it pierces down to the mysterious spiritual principle of mind, and starts that into activity and growth.

A writer who attempts to live on the manufacture of his imagination is continually coquetting with starvation.

An epigram often flashes light into regions where reason shines but dimly.

Talent is full of thoughts, Genius is thought. Talent is a cistern, Genius a fountain.

Character is the spiritual body of the person, and represents the individualization of vital experience, the conversion of unconscious things into self-conscious men.