The Traveled Mind Is The Catholic Mind

The Less Routine The More Life.

Pleasure, That Immortal Essence, The Beauteous Bead Sparkling In The Cup, Effervesces Soon And Subsides.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly.

There Is Virtue In Country Houses, In Gardens And Orchards, In Fields, Streams And Groves, In Rustic Recreations And Plain Manners, That Neither Cities Nor Universities Enjoy.

Life Is One, Religion One, Creeds Are Many And Diverse.