We Climb To Heaven Most Often On

Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness, Imagination Its Zenith.

Good Discourse Sinks Differences And Seeks Agreements.

Whatsoever Stirs The Stagnant Currents, Setting These Flowing In Wholesome Directions, Promotes Brisk Spirits And Productive Thinking. The Less Of Routine, The More Of Life.

Egotists Cannot Converse, They Talk To Themselves Only.

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.