That Deed Is Not Well Done Of

He Who, Though Dressed In Fine Apparel, Exercises Tranquillity, Is Quiet, Subdued, Restrained, Chaste, And Has Ceased To Find Fault With All Other Beings, He Indeed Is An Ascetic.

What Ought To Be Done Is Neglected, What Ought Not To Be Done Is Done; The Desires Of Unruly, Thoughtless People Are Always Increasing.

Universities Were Not Meant Entirely, Or Even Chiefly, As Stepping-stones To An Examination, But That There Is Something Else Which Universities Can Teach And Ought To Teach-nay, Which I Feel Quite Sure They Were Originally Meant To Teach-something That May Not Have A Marketable Value Before A Board Of Examiners, But Which Has A Permanent Value For The Whole Of Our Life, And That Is A Real Interest In Our Work, And, More Than That, A Love Of Our Work, And, More Than That, A True Joy And Happiness In Our Work.

While The River Of Life Glides Along Smoothly, It Remains The Same River; Only The Landscape On Either Bank Seems To Change.

It Is The Heart That Makes The Critic, Not The Nose.