In The Four Hundred And Thirteenth Year

We Shall Be Made Truly Wise If We Be Made Content; Content, Too, Not Only With What We Can Understand, But Content With What We Do Not Understand-the Habit Of Mind Which Theologians Call, And Rightly, Faith In God.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.

Have Thy Tools Ready. God Will Find Thee Work.

Men Must Work, And Women Must Weep.

Wherever Is Love And Loyalty, Great Purposes And Lofty Souls, Even Though In A Hovel Or A Mine, There Is Fairyland.