Divination Seems Heightened And Raised To Its

While One Finds Company In Himself And His Pursuits, He Cannot Feel Old, No Matter What His Years May Be.

An Age Deficient In Idealism Has Ever Been One Of Immorality And Superficial Attainment, Since Without The Sense Of Ideas, Nobility Of Character Becomes Of Rare Attainment, If Possible.

Genius Has Oftenest Been The Pariah Of His Time, The Unhoused God Whom None Cared For, Unnamed Till They Whom He First Promoted, Enriched And Honored, Found It Honorable To Own Their Benefactor.

Like Birds Of Passage, The Instincts Drift The Soul Adventurously Beyond The Horizon Of Sensible Things, As If Intent On Convoying It To The Mother Country From Whence It Had Flown.

Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify The Streams.