One Can Know Nothing Of

It Is Becoming Clear That The Old Platitudes Can No Longer Be Maintained, And That If We Wish To Improve Our Morals We Must First Improve Our Knowledge.

What We Call Progress Is The Exchange Of One Nuisance For Another Nuisance.

The Parents Have Not Only To Train Their Children: It Is Of At Least Equal Importance That They Should Train Themselves.

All The Art Of Living Lies In A Fine Mingling Of Letting Go And Holding On.

Beauty Is The Child Of Love.