Society Is Founded Upon Cloth.

Blessed Is He Who Has Found His Work; Let Him Ask No Other Blessedness.

Without Kindness There Can Be No True Joy.

The Outer Passes Away; The Innermost Is The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.

All Destruction, By Violent Revolution Or However It Be, Is But New Creation On A Wider Scale.

Alas! We Know That Ideals Can Never Be Completely Embodied In Practice. Ideals Must Ever Lie A Great Way Off--and We Will Thankfully Content Ourselves With Any Not Intolerable Approximation Thereto! Let No Man, As Schiller Says, Too Querulously "measure By A Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality" In This Poor World Of Ours.