Dogma Is The Convictions Of One Man

It Is Written That The Last Enemy To Be Vanquished Is Death. We Should Begin Early In Life To Vanquish This Enemy By Obliterating Every Trace Of The Fear Of Death From Our Minds. Then Can We Turn To Life And Fill The Whole Horizon Of Our Souls With It, Turn With Added Zest To All The Serious Tasks Which It Imposes And To The Pure Delights Which Here And There It Affords.

The Hero Is One Who Kindles A Great Light In The World, Who Sets Up Blazing Torches In The Dark Streets Of Life For Men To See By. The Saint Is The Man Who Walks Through The Dark Paths Of The World, Himself A Light.

As The Light Of Morning Strikes Now One Peak And Then Another, Some Being Illuminated While Others Are In The Shadow, So The Light Of The Essential Moral Principle Shines Now Upon One Duty And Then Upon Another, While Others Are In The Shadow.

Love Is The Expansion Of Two Natures In Such Fashion That Each Include The Other, Each Is Enriched By The Other.

It May Be Impossible For A Man By Merely Willing It To Add Wings To His Body, But It Is Possible For Any Man, By Merely Willing It, To Add Wings To His Soul. This Perennial Miracle Of The Moral Nature Is Capable Of Happening At Any Time.