Travel Makes All Men Countrymen, Makes People

Hold Fast, Therefore, O Circular Philosopher, To Thy Centre, And Drive The Globe Along Its Orbit By The Momentum Of Thy Thought.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Fullness Is Always Quiet; Agitation Will Answer For Empty Vessels Only.

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

Conversation Is An Abandonment To Ideas, A Surrender To Persons.