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Religion Was Nearly Dead Because There Was No Longer Real Belief In Future Life; But Something Was Struggling To Take Its Place - Service - Social Service - The Ants Creed, The Bees Creed.

One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's Mouth Is What One Becomes.

Humanism Is The Creed Of Those Who Believe That In The Circle Of Enwrapping Mystery, Men's Fates Are In Their Own Hands - A Faith That For Modern Man Is Becoming The Only Possible Faith.

The Law Is What It Is-a Majestic Edifice, Sheltering All Of Us, Each Stone Of Which Rests On Another.

Slang Is Vigorous And Apt. Probably Most Of Our Vital Words Were Once Slang.