I Was Dying When You Came.

Progress Is The Stride Of God.

The Jostling Of Young Minds Against Each Other Has This Wonderful Attribute, That One Can Never Foresee The Spark, Nor Predict The Flash. What Will Spring Up In A Moment? Nobody Knows.

The Beautiful Is As Useful As The Useful." He Added After A Moment’s Silence, "perhaps More So.

Those Who Do Not Weep, Do Not See.

When God Desires To Destroy A Thing, He Entrusts Its Destruction To The Thing Itself. Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.