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It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Final Cause Of Creation.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.

Our Virtues And View Spring From One Root.

Money Lost, Something Lost. Honor Lost, Much Lost. Courage Lost, Everything Lost-better You Were Never Born

Over All The Mountain Tops Is Peace. In All Treetops You Perceive Scarcely A Breath. The Little Birds In The Forest Are Silent. Wait Then; Soon, You Too, Will Have Peace.