A teacher should be sparing of his smile.

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.

Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.