One Learns More From A Good Scholar

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired Of Waiting, Or Being Lied About, Don't Deal In Lies. Or Being Hated, Don't Give Way To Hating, And Yet Don't Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise.

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

There Are Few Things Sweeter In This World Than The Guileless, Hotheaded, Intemperate, Open Admiration Of A Junior. Even A Woman In Her Blindest Devotion Does Not Fall Into The Gait Of The Man She Adores, Tilt Her Bonnet To The Angle At Which He Wears His Hat, Or Interlard Her Speech With His Pet Oaths.

Never Look Backwards Or You'll Fall Down The Stairs.