In Fact, The United States Is Building

I Want Nothing Less Than A Faith Founded Upon A Rock, Faith In The Constitution Of Things. The Various Man-made Creeds Are Fictitious, Like The Constellations Orion, Cassiopeia’s Chair, The Big Dipper; The Only Thing Real In Them Is The Stars, And The Only Thing Real In The Creeds Is The Soul’s Aspiration Toward The Infinite.

Science Has Done More For The Development Of Western Civilization In One Hundred Years Than Christianity Did In Eighteen Hundred Years.

The Bluebird Enjoys The Preeminence Of Being The First Bit Of Color That Cheers Our Northern Landscape. The Other Birds That Arrive About The Same Time--the Sparrow, The Robin, The Phoebe-bird--are Clad In Neutral Tints, Gray, Brown, Or Russet; But The Bluebird Brings One Of The Primary Hues And The Divinest Of Them All.

Communing With God Is Communing With Our Own Hearts, Our Own Best Selves, Not With Something Foreign And Accidental. Saints And Devotees Have Gone Into The Wilderness To Find God; Of Course They Took God With Them, And The Silence And Detachment Enabled Them To Hear The Still, Small Voice Of Their Own Souls, As One Hears The Ticking Of His Own Watch In The Stillness Of The Night.

Temperament Lies Behind Mood; Behind Will, Lies The Fate Of Character. Then Behind Both, The Influence Of Family The Tyranny Of Culture; And Finally The Power Of Climate And Environment; And We Are Free, Only To The Extent We Rise Above These.