I Find My Past In

Civilization Degrades The Many To Exalt The Few.

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.

Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The Sure Cure For Spleen And Melancholy. Deeper Than Tears, These Irradiate The Tophets With Their Glad Heavens. Go Laugh, Vent The Pits, Transmuting Imps Into Angels By The Alchemy Of Smiles. The Satans Flee At The Sight Of These Redeemers.

One Must Be Rich In Thought And Character To Owe Nothing To Books.

While One Finds Company In Himself And His Pursuits, He Cannot Feel Old, No Matter What His Years May Be.