May The Humanity That Is Within Every

People May Be Said To Resemble Not The Bricks Of Which A House Is Built, But The Pieces Of A Picture Puzzle, Each Differing In Shape, But Matching The Rest, And Thus Bringing Out The Picture.

By What Sort Of Experience Are We Led To The Conviction That Spirit Exists? On The Whole, By Searching, Painful Experience. The Rose Religion Grows On A Thorn-bush, And We Must Not Be Afraid To Have Our Fingers Lacerated By The Thorns If We Would Pluck The Rose.

May The Humanity That Is Within Every Human Being Be Held Precious. The Vice That Underlies All Vices Is That We Are Held Cheap By Others, And Far Worse, That In Our Innermost Soul We Think Cheaply Of Ourselves.

Act So As To Elicit The Best In Others And Thereby In Thyself.

It Is Our Hope, That Men In Proportion As They Grow More Enlightened, Will Learn To Hold Their Theories And Their Creeds More Loosely, And Will None The Less, Nay, Rather All The More Be Devoted To The Supreme End Of Practical Righteousness To Which All Theories And Creeds Must Be Kept Subservient.