To Know Nothing Is The

It Is Folly Alone That Stays The Fugue Of Youth And Beats Off Touring Old Age.

So Our Student Will Flit Like A Busy Bee Through The Entire Garden Of Literature, Light On Every Blossom, Collect A Little Nectar From Each, And Carry It To His Hive.

A Nail Is Driven Out By Another Nail. Habit Is Overcome By Habit.

In The Kingdom Of The Blind, The One-eyed Man Is King.

They Take Unbelievable Pleasure In The Hideous Blast Of The Hunting Horn And Baying Of The Hounds. Dogs Dung Smells Sweet As Cinnamon To Them.