Can We Conceive What Humanity Would Be

Every Year, In November, At The Season That Follows The Hour Of The Dead, The Crowning And Majestic Hours Of Autumn, I Go To Visit The Chrysanthemums ... They Are Indeed, The Most Universal, The Most Diverse Of Flowers.

No Living Creature, Not Even Man, Has Achieved, In The Centre Of His Sphere, What The Bee Has Achieved In Her Own: And Were Some One From Another World To Descend And Ask Of The Earth The Most Perfect Creation Of The Logic Of Life, We Should Needs Have To Offer The Humble Comb Of Honey.

At Every Crossway On The Path That Leads To The Future, Each Progressive Spirit Is Opposed By A Thousand Men Appointed To Guard The Past. Let Us Have No Fear That The Fair Towers Of Former Days Be Sufficiently Defended. The Least That The Most Timid Among Us Can Do Is Not To Add To The Immense Dead Weight That Nature Drags Along.

He Who Sees Without Loving Is Only Straining His Eyes In The Darkness.

You Do Well To Have Visions Of A Better Life Than Of Every Day, But It Is The Life Of Every Day From Which The Elements Of A Better Life Must Come.