For More Than Three Thousand Years Men

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.

It Is The Nature Of The Noble And The Good And The Wise That They Impart To Us Of Their Nobility And Their Goodness And Their Wisdom While They Live, Making It Natural For Us To Breathe The Air They Breathe And Giving Us Confidence In Our Own Untested Powers. And The Same Influence In More Ethereal Fashion They Continue To Exert After They Are Gone.

The Ethical Society, Therefore, Is Like A Church In Maintaining, And Emphasizing The Importance Of Maintaining The Custom Of Public Assemblies On Sunday.

An Optimist Is A Person Who Sees Only The Lights In The Picture, Whereas A Pessimist Sees Only The Shadows. An Idealist, However, Is One Who Sees The Light And The Shadows, But In Addition Sees Something Else: The Possibility Of Changing The Picture, Of Making The Lights Prevail Over The Shadows.

The Unique Personality Which Is The Real Life In Me, I Can Not Gain Unless I Search For The Real Life, The Spiritual Quality, In Others. I Am Myself Spiritually Dead Unless I Reach Out To The Fine Quality Dormant In Others. For It Is Only With The God Enthroned In The Innermost Shrine Of The Other, That The God Hidden In Me, Will Consent To Appear.