Masonry Is Identical With The Ancient Mysteries

Force, Unregulated Or Ill-regulated, Is Not Only Wasted In The Void, Like That Of Gunpowder Burned In The Open Air, And Steam Unconfined By Science; But, Striking In The Dark, And Its Blows Meeting Only The Air, They Recoil, And Bruise Itself.

We Seem Never To Know What Any Thing Means Or Is Worth Until We Have Lost It.

He Who Endeavors To Serve, To Benefit, And Improve The World, Is Like A Swimmer, Who Struggles Against A Rapid Current, In A River Lashed Into Angry Waves By The Winds. Often They Roar Over His Head, Often They Beat Him Back And Baffle Him. Most Men Yield To The Stress Of The Current... Only Here And There The Stout, Strong Heart And Vigorous Arms Struggle On Toward Ultimate Success.

Know Thou The Self (spirit) As Riding In A Chariot, The Body As The Chariot. Know Thou The Intellect As The Chariot-driver, And The Mind As The Reins. The Senses, They Say, Are The Horses; The Objects Of Sense, What They Range Over. The Self Combined With Senses And Mind Wise Men Call "the Enjoyer.

We Do Not See And Estimate The Relative Importance Of Objects So Easily And Clearly From The Level Or The Waving Land As From The Elevation Of A Lone Peak, Towering Above The Plain; For Each Looks Through His Own Mist.