Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown

Whatever You Truly Conceive Of In The Mind, Is Possible.

The Golden Age Is Not In The Past, But In The Future; Not In The Origin Of Human Experience, But In Its Consummate Flower; Not Opening In Eden, But Out From Gethsemane.

Truth Is New, As Well As Old. It Has New Forms; And Where You May Find A New Statement, An Earnest Statement, You May Conclude That By The Law Of Progress It Is More Likely To Be A Correct Statement Than That Which Has Been Repeated For Ages By The Lips Of Tradition.

There Is No Tariff So Injurious As That With Which Sectarian Bigotry Guards Its Commodities. It Dwarfs The Soul By Shutting Out Truths From Other Continents Of Thought, And Checks The Circulation Of Its Own.

For Soon, Very Soon Do Men Forget Their Friends Upon Whom Death's Seal Is Set.