He Is No Lawyer Who

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been.

A Garden Was The Primitive Prison, Till Man With Promethean Felicity And Boldness, Luckily Sinned Himself Out Of It.

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.

Why Are We Never Quite At Ease In The Presence Of A Schoolmaster? Because We Are Conscious That He Is Not Quite At His Ease In Ours. He Is Awkward, And Out Of Place In The Society Of His Equals. He Comes Like Gulliver From Among His Little People, And He Cannot Fit The Stature Of His Understanding To Yours.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.