The End We Aim At Must Be

It Is Easy To Flatter; It Is Harder To Praise.

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

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.