I Toast The Pope, But I Toast

Growth Is The Only Evidence Of Life.

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

I Loved The Garish Day, And, Spite Of Fears, Pride Ruled My Will: Remember Not Past Years.

An Academical System Without The Personal Influence Of Teachers On Pupils, Is An Arctic Winter; It Will Create An Icebound, Petrified, Cast-iron University, And Nothing Else.

You Must Make Up Your Mind To The Prospect Of Sustaining A Certain Measure Of Pain And Trouble In You'r Passage Through Life.