Who Knows, The Mind Has The Key

Our Dreams Drench Us In Senses, And Senses Steps Us Again In Dreams.

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

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

Time Ripens The Substance Of A Life As The Seasons Mellow And Perfect Its Fruits. The Best Apples Fall Latest And Keep Longest.

Our Ideals Are Our Better Selves.