Whose School-hours Are All The Days And

Virtue Is Like Health: The Harmony Of The Whole Man.

Speech Is Too Often Not The Art Of Concealing Thought, But Of Quite Stifling And Suspending Thought, So That There Is None To Conceal.

The Times Are Very Bad. Very Well, You Are There To Make Them Better.

Philosophy Dwells Aloft In The Temple Of Science, The Divinity Of Its Inmost Shrine; Her Dictates Descend Among Men, But She Herself Descends Not : Whoso Would Behold Her Must Climb With Long And Laborious Effort, Nay, Still Linger In The Forecourt, Till Manifold Trial Have Proved Him Worthy Of Admission Into The Interior Solemnities.

If I Had My Way, The World Would Hear A Pretty Stern Command - Exit Christ.