I Cry At Nothing, And Cry Most

Said I, In Scorn All Burning Hot,in Rage And Anger High,"you Ignominious Idiot,those Wings Are Made To Fly!

The Soaring, Imaginative Minds Of Men, Constructing Lofty, Shimmering Piles Of Abstract Thought, And Taking As Their Postulate A Revelation From God, Gaveus Relgions Which Coule Not Possible Maintained Without Belief And Obedience: ... We Find Them Most Permanent And Changeless Among People Who Make The Least Effort To Swquare Their Beliefs With The Laws Of Life.

So When The Great Word "mother!" Rang Once More, I Saw At Last Its Meaning And Its Place; Not The Blind Passion Of The Brooding Past, But Mother -- The World's Mother -- Come At Last, To Love As She Had Never Loved Before -- To Feed And Guard And Teach The Human Race.

However, One Cannot Put A Quart In A Pint Cup.

Specialization And Organization Are The Basis Of Human Progress.