Our Ideals Are Our Better Selves.

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.

Egotists Cannot Converse, They Talk To Themselves Only.

The Wisest And Best Are Repulsive, If They Are Characterized By Repulsive Manners. Politeness Is An Easy Virtue, Costs Little, And Has Great Purchasing Power.

As Education Becomes Inclusive, Introspective, Cosmic, Promoting Whole Populations To Power And Privilege, It Enthrones A Vast, Invisible, Personal Rule Over The Common Mind.

Nor Do We Accept, As Genuine The Person Not Characterized By This Blushing Bashfulness, This Youthfulness Of Heart, This Sensibility To The Sentiment Of Suavity And Self-respect. Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds. None Are Truly Great Without This Ornament.