The Crest And Crowning Of All Good,

We Have Committed The Golden Rule To Memory; Let Us Now Commit It To Life.

The Thing That Is Incredible Is Life Itself. Why Should We Be Here In This Sun-illuminated Universe? Why Should There Be Green Earth Under Our Feet?

I (god) Will Leave Man To Make The Fateful Guess, Will Leave Him Torn Between The No And Yes, Leave Him Unresting Till He Rests In Me, Drawn Upward By The Choice That Makes Him Free, Leave Him In Tragic Loneliness To Choose, With All In Life To Win Or All To Lose.

In Vain We Build The City If We Do Not First Build The Man.

The Sequoias Belong To The Silences Of The Milleniums. Many Of Them Have Seen A Hundred Human Generations Rise, Give Off Their Little Clamors And Perish. They Seem Indeed To Be Forms Of Immortality Standing Here Amoing The Transitory Shapes Of Time.