Ideals Are The World's Masters.

I Stand By My Kind; And I Thank God For The Temptations That Have Brought Me Into Sympathy With Them, As I Do For The Love That Urges Me To Efforts For Their Good. I Hail The Great Brotherhood Of Trial And Temptation In The Name Of Humanity, And Give Them Assurance That From The Divine Man, And Some, At Least, Of His Disciples, There Goes Out To Them A Flood Of Sympathy That Would Fain Sweep Them Up To The Firm Footing Of The Rock Of Safety.

Communion Is The Law Of Growth, And Homes Only Thrive When They Sustain Relations With Each Other.

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

All Things Unrevealed Belong To The Kingdom Of Mystery.

Joys Divided Are Increased.