Act So As To Elicit The Best

Admitting The Force Of These Contentions, Nevertheless, The Custom Of Meeting Together In Public Assembly For The Consideration Of The Most Serious, The Most Exalted Topics Of Human Interest Is Too Vitally Precious To Be Lost.

Religion Is A Wizard, A Sibyl . . . She Faces The Wreck Of Worlds, And Prophesies Restoration. She Faces A Sky Blood-red With Sunset Colours That Deepen Into Darkness, And Prophesies Dawn. She Faces Death, And Prophesies Life.

The Human Race May Be Compared To A Writer. At The Outset A Writer Has Often Only A Vague General Notion Of The Plan Of His Work, And Of The Thought He Intends To Elaborate. As He Proceeds, Penetrating His Material, Laboring To Express Himself Fitly, He Lays A Firmer Grasp On His Thought; He Finds Himself. So The Human Race Is Writing Its Story, Finding Itself, Discovering Its Own Underlying Purpose, Revising, Recasting A Tale Pathetic Often, Yet None The Less Sublime.

We Should Seek To Free The Moral Life From The Embarrassments And Entanglements In Which It Has Been Involved By The Quibbles Of The Schools And The Mutual Antagonisms Of The Sects; To Introduce Into It An Element Of Downrightness And Practical Earnestness; Above All, To Secure To The Modern World, In Its Struggle With Manifold Evil, The Boon Of Moral Unity, Despite Intellectual Diversity.

There Is A Universal Element In Man Which He Can Assert By So Acting As If The Purpose Of The Universe Were Also His Purpose. It Is The Function Of The Supreme Ordeals Of Life To Develop In Men This Power, To Give To Their Life This Distinction, This Height Of Dignity, These Vast Horizons.