Many Are Those Who Can Argue; Few

I Find My Past In My Present, And From These Forecast My Future.

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

Conversation Is An Abandonment To Ideas, A Surrender To Persons.

Ourselves Are Cosmic And Capacious Beyond Conjecture, And To Experience Some Notion Of The Planetary Perspective Is The Richest Income From Travelling. It Takes All To Inform And Educate All. Sallies Forth From Our Cramped Firesides Into Other Homes, Other Hearts, Are Wonderfully Wholesome And Enlarging. Travel Opens Prospects On All Sides, Widens Our Horizon, Liberates The Mind From Geographical And Conventional Limitations, From Local Prejudices And National, Showing The Globe In Its Differing Climates, Zones, And Latitudes Of Intelligence.

Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify The Streams.