The Soul Begins To Travel When The

It Is Not What We Learn In Conversation That Enriches Us. It Is The Elation That Comes Of Swift Contact With Tingling Currents Of Thought.

Everybody Is Now So Busy Teaching That Nobody Has Any Time To Learn.

The Tourist May Complain Of Other Tourists, But He Would Be Lost Without Them.

Where There Is No Temptation, There Is No Virtue.

Neatness Of Phrase Is So Closely Akin To Wit That It Is Often Accepted As Its Substitute.