...therefore All Childish Fear Must Be Put

Eternal Sunrise, Eternal Sunset, Eternal Dawn And Gloaming, On Seas And Continents And Islands, Each In Its Turn, As The Round Earth Rolls.

Nothing Can Be Done Well At A Speed Of Forty Miles A Day. The Multitude Of Mixed, Novel Impressions Rapidly Piled On One Another Make Only A Dreamy, Bewildering, Swirling Blur, Most Of Which Is Unrememberable.

How Infinitely Superior To Our Physical Senses Are Those Of The Mind!

As Long As I Live, I'll Hear Waterfalls And Birds And Winds Sing.

Climb The Mountains And Get Their Good Tidings.