Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

I hate books, they only teach us to talk about things we know nothing about.

Heroes are not known by the loftiness of their carriage, the greatest braggarts are generally the merest cowards.

Do I dare set forth here the most important, the most useful rule of all education? It is not to save time, but to squander it.