Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its

Reason Without Learning Is Like The Untilled Soil, Or Like The Human Body That Lacks Nourishment.

If It Were Not For Guests All Houses Would Be Graves.

Philosophy Began When Man Ate The Produce Of The Earth And Suffered Indigestion.

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.