Chaos Often Breeds Life, When Order Breeds

The Hymns Of David, The Plays Of Shakespeare, The Metaphysics Of Descartes, The Crimes Of Borgia, The Virtues Of Antonine, The Atheism Of Yesterday And The Materialism Of Today, Were All Emanations Of Divine Thought, Doing Their Appointed Work. It Was The Duty Of The Church To Deal With Them All, Not As Though They Existed Through A Power Hostile To The Deity, But As Instruments Of The Deity To Work Out His Unrevealed Ends.

One Does Every Day And Without A Second Thought, What At Another Time Would Be The Event Of A Year, Perhaps Of A Life.

A Senator Is Like A Begonia - Showy But Useless.

At The Utmost, The Active-minded Young Man Should Ask Of His Teacher Only Mastery Of His Tools. The Young Man Himself, The Subject Of Education, Is A Certain Form Of Energy; The Object To Be Gained Is Economy Of His Force; The Training Is Partly The Clearing Away Of Obstacles, Partly The Direct Application Of Effort. Once Acquired, The Tools And Models May Be Thrown Away.

Every Syllable That Can Be Struck Out Is Pure Profit, And Every Page That Can Be Economised Is A Five-per-cent Dividend. Nature Rebels Against This Rule; The Flesh Is Weak, And Shrinks From The Scissors; I Groan In Retrospect Over The Weak.