School Is The Cheapest Police.

Habit Is A Cable; We Weave A Thread Of It Each Day, And At Last We Cannot Break It.

Time Is A Seedfield; In Youth We Sow It With Causes; In After Life We Reap The Harvest Of Effects.

Both Poetry And Philosophy Are Prodigal Of Eulogy Over The Mind Which Ransoms Itself By Its Own Energy From A Captivity To Custom, Which Breaks The Common Bounds Of Empire, And Cuts A Simplon Over Mountains Of Difficulty For Its Own Purposes, Whether Of Good Or Of Evil.

Praise Begets Emulation,--a Goodly Seed To Sow Among Youthful Students.

A Teacher Should, Above All Things, First Induce A Desire In The Pupil For The Acquisition He Wishes To Impart.