A teacher should be sparing of his smile.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.