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The Man Who In This World Can Keep The Whiteness Of His Soul Is Not Likely To Lose It In Any Other.

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.

The Globe Has Been Circumnavigated, But No Man Ever Yet Has; You May Survey A Kingdom And Note The Result In Maps, But All The Savants In The World Could Not Produce A Reliable Map Of The Poorest Human Personality.

Thoughts Must Come Naturally, Like Wild-flowers; They Cannot Be Forced In A Hot-bed, Even Although Aided By The Leaf-mould Of Your Past.

A Brave Soul Is A Thing Which All Things Serve.