All are not merry that dance lightly.
True beauty lives on high. Ours is but a flame borrowed thence.
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
The Catt sees not the mouse ever.
The soule needs few things, the body many.
The science of the modern school ... is in effect ... the acquisition of imperfectly analyzed misstatements about entrails, elements, and electricity.