Man Only Progresses By Slowly Elaborating From

Truth Has To Appear Only Once, In One Single Mind, For It To Be Impossible For Anything Ever To Prevent It From Spreading Universally And Setting Everything Ablaze.

A Breeze Passes In The Night. When Did It Spring Up? Whence Does It Come? Whither Is It Going? No Man Knows.

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.

The Future Is In The Hands Of Those Who Can Give Tomorrow's Generations Valid Reasons To Live And Hope.

To See More Is To Become More.