Every Dawn Renews The Beginning, And To

The Heathen Spirit Is Wingless. It Cannot Lift Itself To Heights From Which The Totality Of Being Is Visible, And It Therefore Loses Itself In Details.

The Lash May Force Men To Physical Labor, It Cannot Force Them To Spiritual Creativity.

Youth Has The Resilience To Absorb Disaster And Weave It Into The Pattern Of Its Life, No Mater How Anguishing The Thorn That Penetrates Its Flesh.

Without A Love Of Humankind There Is No Love Of God.

Now, More Than Any Time Previous In Human History, We Must Arm Ourselves With An Ethical Code So That Each Of Us Will Be Aware That He Is Protecting The Moral Merchandise Absent Of Which Life Is Not Worth Living.