To Know A Truth Well, One Must

Love Is The Final End Of The World's History, The Amen Of The Universe.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

The Bible Begins Gloriously With Paradise, The Symbol Of Youth, And Ends With The Everlasting Kingdom, With The Holy City. The History Of Every Man Should Be A Bible.

There Is An Energy Which Springs From Sickness And Debility: It Has A More Powerful Effect Than The Real, But, Sadly, Expires In An Even Greater Infirmity.

Tools Arm The Man. One Can Well Say That Man Is Capable Of Bringing Forth A World; He Lacks Only The Necessary Apparatus, The Corresponding Armature Of His Sensory Tools. The Beginning Is There. Thus The Principle Of A Warship Lies In The Idea Of The Shipbuilder, Who Is Able To Incorporate This Thought By Making Himself Into A Gigantic Machine, As It Were, Through A Mass Of Men And Appropriate Tools And Materials. Thus The Idea Of A Moment Often Required Monstrous Organs, Monstrous Masses Of Materials, And Man Is Therefore A Potential, If Not An Actual Creator.