Egotists Cannot Converse, They Talk To Themselves

A Friendship Formed In Childhood, In Youth,--by Happy Accident At Any Stage Of Rising Manhood,--becomes The Genius That Rules The Rest Of Life.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.

A Work Of Real Merit Finds Favor At Last.

Ourselves Are Cosmic And Capacious Beyond Conjecture, And To Experience Some Notion Of The Planetary Perspective Is The Richest Income From Travelling. It Takes All To Inform And Educate All. Sallies Forth From Our Cramped Firesides Into Other Homes, Other Hearts, Are Wonderfully Wholesome And Enlarging. Travel Opens Prospects On All Sides, Widens Our Horizon, Liberates The Mind From Geographical And Conventional Limitations, From Local Prejudices And National, Showing The Globe In Its Differing Climates, Zones, And Latitudes Of Intelligence.