We May Sit In Our Library And

In This World We Do Not See Things As They Are. We See Them As We Are, Because What We See Depends Mainly On What We Are Looking For.

Happy Indeed Is The Naturalist: To Him The Seasons Come Round Like Old Friends; To Him The Birds Sing: As He Walks Along, The Flowers Stretch Out From The Hedges, Or Look Up From The Ground, And As Each Year Fades Away, He Looks Back On A Fresh Store Of Happy Memories.

Our Great Mistake In Education Is ... The Worship Of Book-learning-the Confusion Of Instruction And Education. We Strain The Memory Instead Of Cultivating The Mind. ... We Ought To Follow Exactly The Opposite Course With Children-to Give Them A Wholesome Variety Of Mental Food, And Endeavour To Cultivate Their Tastes, Rather Than To Fill Their Minds With Dry Facts.

A Day Of Worry Is More Exhausting Than A Week Of Work.

To Be Happy Ourselves Is A Most Effectual Contribution To The Happiness Of Others.