To Be Ignorant Of One's Ignorance Is

In The Ardor Of His Enthusiasm, A Youth Set Forth In Quest Of A Man Of Whom He Might Take Counsel As To His Future, But After Long Search And Many Disappointments, He Came Near Relinquishing The Pursuit As Hopeless, When Suddenly It Occurred To Him That One Must First Be A Man To Find A Man, And Profiting By This Suggestion, He Set Himself To The Work Of Becoming Himself The Man He Had Been Seeking So Long And Fruitlessly.

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

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.

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.

Strengthen Me By Sympathizing With My Strength, Not My Weakness.