The Road To The City Of Emeralds

Some Of My Youthful Readers Are Developing Wonderful Imaginations. This Pleases Me.

To 'know Thyself' Is Considered Quite An Accomplishment.

Imagination Has Given Us The Steam Engine, The Telephone, The Talking-machine, And The Automobile, For These Things Had To Be Dreamed Of Before They Became Realities. So I Believe That Dreams - Day Dreams, You Know, With Your Eyes Wide Open And Your Brain Machinery Whizzing - Are Likely To Lead To The Betterment Of The World. The Imaginative Child Will Become The Imaginative Man Or Woman Most Apt To Create, To Invent, And Therefore To Foster Civilization. A Prominent Educator Tells Me That Fairy Tales Are Of Untold Value In Developing Imagination In The Young. I Believe It.

I Think The World Is Like A Great Mirror, And Reflects Our Lives Just As We Ourselves Look Upon It. Those Who Turn Sad Faces Toward The World Find Only Sadness Reflected. But A Smile Is Reflected In The Same Way, And Cheers And Brightens Our Hearts. You Think There Is No Pleasure To Be Had In Life. That Is Because You Are Heartsick And-and Tired, As You Say. With One Sad Story Ended You Are Afraid To Begin Another-a Sequel-feeling It Would Be Equally Sad. But Why Should It Be? Isn't The Joy Or Sorrow Equally Divided In Life?

For I Consider Brains Far Superior To Money In Every Way. You May Have Noticed That If One Has Money Without Brains, He Cannot Use It To His Advantage; But If One Has Brains Without Money, They Will Enable Him To Live Comfortably To The End Of His Days.