Cleanse The Fountain If You

There Are Truths That Shield Themselves Behind Veils, And Are Best Spoken By Implication. Even The Sun Veils Himself In His Own Rays To Blind The Gaze Of The Too Curious Starer.

A State, A Community, Caring First For All Its Children, Providing Amply For Their Spiritual As For Their Temporal Well-being, Has Organized The Primitive Eden.

Friends Are The Leaders Of The Bosom, Being More Ourselves Than We Are, And We Complement Our Affections In Theirs.

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.

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