Woe To Those Who Lead

Woe To Those Who Lead Idle Lives. Idleness Is A Dreadful Illness And Must Be Cured In Childhood. If It Is Not Cured Then, It Can Never Be Cured.

A Conscience Is That Still Small Voice That People Won't Listen To.

Today At School I Will Learn To Read At Once; Then Tomorrow I Will Begin To Write, And The Day After Tomorrow To Cipher. Then With My Acquirements I Will Earn A Great Deal Of Money, And With The First Money I Have In My Pocket I Will Immediately Buy For My Papa A Beautiful New Cloth Coat. But What Am I Saying? Cloth, Indeed! It Shall Be All Made Of Gold And Silver, And It Shall Have Diamond Buttons. That Poor Man Really Deserves It; For To Buy Me Books And To Have Me Taught He Has Remained In His Shirt Sleeves... And In This Cold! It Is Only Fathers Who Are Capable Of Such Sacrifices!

Pinocchio, Spurred On By The Hope Of Finding His Father And Of Being In Time To Save Him, Swam All Night Long.

What Matters School? We Can Go To School To-morrow. Whether We Have A Lesson More Or A Lesson Less, We Shall Always Remain The Same Donkeys.