It Came To Me That Reform Should

The Past Is Not Dead. Indeed, It Is Often Not Even Past.

Grow Strong, My Comrade … That You May Stand Unshaken When I Fall; That I May Know The Shattered Fragments Of My Song Will Come At Last To Finer Melody In You; That I May Tell My Heart That You Begin Where Passing I Leave Off, And Fathom More.

History Is Mostly Guessing; The Rest Is Prejudice.

Civilization Is Social Order Promoting Cultural Creation. Four Elements Constitute It: Economic Provision, Political Organization, Moral Tradition, And The Pursuit Of Knowledge And The Arts. It Begins Where Chaos And Insecurity End. For When Fear Is Overcome, Curiosity And Constructiveness Are Free, And Man Passes By Natural Impulse Towards The Understanding And Embellishment Of Life.

Underneath All Civilization, Ancient Or Modern, Moved And Still Moves A Sea Of Magic, Superstition, And Sorcery. Perhaps They Will Remain When The Works Of Our Reason Have Passed Away.