When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise. - Joseph Addison

What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to a human soul.

The man resolved, and steady to his trust, Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just, May the rude rabble's insolence despise, Their senseless clamours and tumultuous cries; The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles, And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies, And with superior greatness smiles.

The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole amount.