Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify

Travel Makes All Men Countrymen, Makes People Noblemen And Kings, Every Man Tasting Of Liberty And Dominion.

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.

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

Creeds, Like Other Goods, Pass By Inheritance To Descendants.

Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify The Streams.