Our challenge is not to educate the children we used to have or want to have, but to educate the children who come to the schoolhouse door.

We live in reference to past experience and not to future events, however inevitable.

I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.

A priest is a man vowed, trained, and consecrated, a man belonging to a special corps, and necessarily with an intense esprit de corps. He has given up his life to his temple and his god. This is a very excellent thing for the internal vigour of his own priesthood, his own temple. He lives and dies for the honour of his particular god. But in the next town or village is another temple with another god. It is his constant preoccupation to keep his people from that god. Religious cults and priesthoods are sectarian by nature; they will convert, they will overcome, but they will never coalesce.

The man was running away with the rest, and selling his papers for a shilling each as he ran—a grotesque mingling of profit and panic.

The past is but the past of a beginning.

Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.