Man Only Progresses By Slowly Elaborating From

Driven By The Forces Of Love, The Fragments Of The World Seek Each Other So That The World May Come To Being.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.

Research Students Are Numbered In The Hundreds Of Thousands-soon To Be Millions -and They Are No Longer Distributed Superficially And At Random Over The Globe, But Are Functionally Linked Together In A Vast Organic System That Will Remain In The Future Indispensable To The Life Of The Community.

To See More Is To Become More.

Those Who Spread Their Sails In The Right Way To The Winds Of The Earth Will Always Find Themselves Born By A Current Towards The Open Seas.