The End We Aim At Must Be

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

Education Should Bring To Light The Ideal Of The Individual.

Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like The Soft Light Of The Moon, Silvering Over The Evening Of Life.

There Are Souls Which Fall From Heaven Like Flowers, But Ere They Bloom Are Crushed Under The Foul Tread Of Some Brutal Hoof.

Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But The Wine Of Life.