No One Is Promiscuous In His Way

The True Teacher Defends His Pupils Against His Own Personal Influence. He Inspires Self-trust. He Guides Their Eyes From Himself To The Spirit That Quickens Him. He Will Have No Disciples.

Modesty, That Perennial Flower Planted Instinctively In The Human Breast, Blooms Therein Only As Continence Guards And Virtue Keeps.

While One Finds Company In Himself And His Pursuits, He Cannot Feel Old, No Matter What His Years May Be.

Every Noble Life Becomes A Revelation Of The Spirit Which The Love And Joy Of Mankind Cannot Let Perish From Remembrance.

We Climb To Heaven Most Often On The Ruins Of Our Cherished Plans, Finding Our Failures Were Successes.