The Traveled Mind Is The

A Check On Itself, Evil Subserves The Economies Of Good, As It Were A Condiment To Give Relish To Good.

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

Books Are The Most Mannerly Of Companions, Accessible At All Times, In All Moods, Frankly Declaring The Author's Mind, Without Offense.

Our Dreams Drench Us In Senses, And Senses Steps Us Again In Dreams.

When One Becomes Indifferent To Women, To Children, And Young People., He May Know That He Is Superannuated, And Has Withdrawn From Whatsoever Is Sweetest And Purest In Human Existence.