None Of Us Will Ever Accomplish Anything

In The Morning A Man Walks With His Whole Body; In The Evening, Only With His Legs.

Thought Is The Blossom; Language The Bud; Action The Fruit Behind It.

Love Not The Flower They Pluck And Know It Not, And All Their Botany Is Latin Names.

Happy Is The Hearing Man; Unhappy The Speaking Man.

You Send Your Child To The Schoolmaster, But 'tis The Schoolboys Who Educate Him. You Send Him To The Latin Class, But Much Of Histuition Comes, On His Way To School, From The Shop- Windows.