Deeds And Seeds, Take Their Own Time

I Travel Third-class Because There Is No Fouth-class.

The Mind May Wander, But Let Not The Senses Wander With It. If The Senses Wander Where The Mind Takes Them, One Is Done For.

You Can't Shake Hands With A Closed Fist.

It Is A Sad Thing That Our Schoolboys Look Upon Manual Labour With Disfavour, If Not Contempt.

A Slave Has Not The Freedom Even To Do The Right Thing.