No Nation Can Be Destroyed While It

This World Of Sense, Built By The Imagination--how Fair And Foul It Is! Like A Fairy Island In The Sea Of Life, It Smiles In Sunlight And Sleeps In Green, Known Of The World Not By Communion Of Knowledge, But By Personal, Secret Discovery!

Blessed Is That Man Who Knows His Own Distaff And Has Found His Own Spindle.

I Stand By My Kind; And I Thank God For The Temptations That Have Brought Me Into Sympathy With Them, As I Do For The Love That Urges Me To Efforts For Their Good. I Hail The Great Brotherhood Of Trial And Temptation In The Name Of Humanity, And Give Them Assurance That From The Divine Man, And Some, At Least, Of His Disciples, There Goes Out To Them A Flood Of Sympathy That Would Fain Sweep Them Up To The Firm Footing Of The Rock Of Safety.

Man's Record Upon This Wild World Is The Record Of Work, And Of Work Alone.

Nothing So Obstinately Stands In The Way Of All Sorts Of Progress As Pride Of Opinion. While Nothing Is So Foolish And Baseless.