A Boy's Will Is His Life, And

What A Vast Fraternity It Is,--that Of 'hearts That Ache.' For The Last Three Months It Has Seemed To Me As Though All Society Were Coming To Me, To Drop Its Mask For A Moment And Initiate Me Into The Mystery. How We Do Suffer! And We Go On Laughing; For, As A Practical Joke At Our Expense, Life Is A Success.

The Less A Tourist Knows, The Fewer Mistakes He Need Make, For He Will Not Expect Himself To Explain Ignorance.

From Cradle To Grave This Problem Of Running Order Through Chaos, Direction Through Space, Discipline Through Freedom, Unity Through Multiplicity, Has Always Been, And Must Always Be, The Task Of Education, As It Is The Moral Of Religion, Philosophy, Science, Art, Politics And Economy; But A Boy's Will Is His Life, And He Dies When It Is Broken, As The Colt Dies In Harness, Taking A New Nature In Becoming Tame.

Average Human Nature Is Very Coarse, And Its Ideals Must Necessarily Be Average. The World Never Loved Perfect Poise. What The World Does Love Is Commonly Absence Of Poise, For It Has To Be Amused.

If Our Minds Could Get Hold Of One Abstract Truth, They Would Be Immortal So Far As That Truth Is Concerned. My Trouble Is To Find Out How We Can Get Hold Of The Truth At All.