Man Has Here Two And A Half

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

The Last, Best Fruit Which Comes To Late Perfection, Even In The Kindliest Soul, Is Tenderness Toward The Hard, Forbearance Toward The Unforbearing, Warmth Of Heart Toward The Cold, Philanthropy Toward The Misanthropic.

Has It Never Occurred To Us, When Surrounded By Sorrows, That They May Be Sent To Us Only For Our Instruction, As We Darken The Eyes Of Birds When We Wish Them To Sing?

Education Should Bring To Light The Ideal Of The Individual.