He Never Said It Would Be Easy,

There Is Nothing More Precious To A Man Than His Will; There Is Nothing Which He Relinquishes With So Much Reluctance.

Poet, Forger Of Ideals, Dreamer Among The Possibilities Of Life, Prophet Of The Millenium, Do You Get Impatient With The Prosaic Life Around You -- The Dulness, And The Earthliness, And The Brutishness Of Men? Fret Not. Go Forward Into The Realm Which Stretches Before You; Climb The Highest Mountain You Can Reach, And Plant A Cross There. The Nations Will Come Up To It Some Day. Work For Immortality If You Will; Then Wait For It. If Your Own Age Fail To Recognize You, A Coming Age Will Not.

Whatever Of True Glory Has Been Won By Any Nation Of The Earth; Whatever Great Advance His Been Made By Any Nation In That Which Constitutes A High Christian Civilization, Has Been Always At The Cost Of Sacrifice; Has Cost The Price Marked Upon It In God's Inventory Of National Good.

So I Take My Life As I Find It, As A Life Full Of Grand Advantages That Are Linked Indissolubly To My Noblest Happiness And My Everlasting Safety. I Believe That Infinite Love Ordained It, And That, If I Bow Willingly, Tractably, And Gladly To Its Discipline, My Father Will Take Care Of It.

All Who Become Men Of Power Reach Their Estate By The Same Self-mastery, The Same Self-adjustment To Circumstances, The Same Voluntary Exercise And Discipline Of Their Faculties, And The Same Working Of Their Life Up To And Into Their High Ideals Of Life.