Students Quotes
(1 - 10 of 20)And with unwearied fingers drawing out
The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.
And with unwearied fingers drawing out
The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.
The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor
its great scholars great men.
The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor
its great scholars great men.
Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
more
Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
That lifts a pinch of mortal dust;
A few swift years, and who can show
Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he more
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart
of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and
feel the throbbing heart of man?
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and more
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Experience is the best of schoolmasters, only the school-fees are
heavy.
Experience is the best of schoolmasters, only the school-fees are
heavy.
The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort, is not fit to be
deemed a scholar.
The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort, is not fit to be
deemed a scholar.
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are more
The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale,
their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without
sleep, the day a fear of interruption,--pallor, squalor, hunger,
and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they
entertain--they are abstractionists, and spend their days and
nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society
to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of
proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application,
and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize
it.
A student never forgets an encouraging private word, when it is given with sincere respect and admiration.
A student never forgets an encouraging private word, when it is given with sincere respect and admiration.
