The Dreamers Are The Saviors Of The

Man's Mind May Be Likened To A Garden, Which May Be Intelligently Cultivated Or Allowed To Run Wild.

There Can Be No Progress, No Achievement Without Sacrifice.

Cherish Your Visions. Cherish Your Ideals. Cherish The Music That Stirs In Your Heart, The Beauty That Forms In Your Mind, The Loveliness That Drapes Your Purest Thoughts. For Out Of Them Will Grow All Delightful Conditions, All Heavenly Environment, Of These, If You But Remain True To Them, Your World Will At Last Be Built.

As The Smallest Drop Of Water Detached From The Ocean Contains All The Qualities Of The Ocean, So Man, Detached In Consciousness From The Infinite, Contains Within Him Its Likeness; And As The Drop Of Water Must, By The Law Of Its Nature, Ultimately Find Its Way Back To The Ocean And Lose Itself In Its Silent Depths, So Must Man, By The Unfailing Law Of His Nature, At Last Return To His Source, And Lose Himself In The Great Ocean Of The Infinite.

The Soul Attracts That Which It Secretly Harbors; That Which It Loves, And Also That Which It Fears. It Reaches The Height Of Its Cherished Aspirations. It Falls To The Level Of Its Unchastened Desires - And Circumstances Are The Means By Which The Soul Receives Its Own.