A Mind Grows By What It Feeds

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

No Man Ever Feels The Restraint Of Law So Long As He Remains Within The Sphere Of His Liberty -- A Sphere, By The Way, Always Large Enough For The Full Exercise Of His Powers And The Supply Of All His Legitimate Wants.

The Choicest Thing This World Has For A Man Is Affection.

The Man Who Loves Home Best, And Loves It Most Unselfishly, Loves His Country Best.

It Is Not A Question How Much A Man Knows, But What Use He Can Make Of What He Knows.