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The Moment Comes When The Great Nurse, Death, Takes A Human, The Child, By The Hand And Quietly Says, "it Is Time To Go Home. Night Is Coming. It Is Your Bedtime, Child Of Earth. Come; You're Tired. Lie Down At Last In The Quiet Nursery Of Nature And Sleep. Sleep Well. The Day Is Gone. Stars Shine In The Canopy Of Eternity."

Maturity Is Achieved When A Person Accepts Life As Full Of Tension.

A Love Of Neighbor Manifests Itself In The Tolerance Not Only Of Opinions Of Others But, What Is More Important, Of The Essence And Uniqueness Of Others, When We Subscribe To That Religious Philosophy Of Life That Insists That God Has Made Each Man And Woman An Individual Sacred Personality Endowed With A Specific Temperament, Created With Differing Needs, Hungers, Dreams. This Is A Variegated, Pluralistic World Where No Two Stars Are The Same And Every Snowflake Has Its Own Distinctive Pattern. God Apparently Did Not Want A Regimented World Of Sameness.

Maturity Is Achieved When A Person Accepts Life As Full Of Tension; When He Does Not Torment Himself With Childish Guilt Feelings, But Avoids Tragic Adult Sins; When He Postpones Immediate Pleasures For The Sake Of Long-term Values.... Our Generation Must Be Inspired To Search For That Maturity Which Will Manifest Itself In The Qualities Of Tenacity, Dependability, Co-operativeness And The Inner Drive To Work And Sacrifice For A Nobler Future Of Mankind.

The Quest For This Unwearied Peace Is Constant And Universal. Probe Deeply Into The Teaching Of Buddha, Maimonides, Or A Kempis, And You Will Discover That They Base Their Diverse Doctrines On The Foundation Of A Large Spiritual Serenity. Analyze The Prayers Of Troubled, Overborne Mankind Of All Creeds, In Every Age-and Their Petitions Come Down To The Irreducible Common Denominators Of Daily Bread And Inward Peace. Grown Men Do Not Pray For Vain Trifles. When They Lift Up Their Hearts And Voices In The Valley Of Tears They Ask For Strength And Courage And Understanding.