Egotists Cannot Converse, They Talk To Themselves

Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The Sure Cure For Spleen And Melancholy. Deeper Than Tears, These Irradiate The Tophets With Their Glad Heavens. Go Laugh, Vent The Pits, Transmuting Imps Into Angels By The Alchemy Of Smiles. The Satans Flee At The Sight Of These Redeemers.

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

Ideas In The Head Set Hands About Their Several Tasks.

Life Is One, Religion One, Creeds Are Many And Diverse.

Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.