Time Does Not Become Sacred To Us

I See On A Immense Scale, And As Clearly As In A Demonstration In A Laboratory, That Good Comes Out Of Evil; That The Impartiality Of The Nature Providence Is Best; That We Are Made Strong By What We Overcome; That Man Is Man Because He Is As Free To Do Evil As To Do Good; That Life Is As Free To Develop Hostile Forms As To Develop Friendly; That Power Waits Upon Him Who Earns It; That Disease, Wars, The Unloosened, Devastating Elemental Forces Have Each And All Played Their Part In Developing And Hardening Man And Giving Him The Heroic Fiber.

The Life Of Nature We Must Meet Halfway; It Is Shy, Withdrawn, And Blends Itself With A Vast Neutral Background. We Must Be Initiated; It Is An Order The Secrets Of Which Are Well Guarded.

The Honey-bee's Great Ambition Is To Be Rich, To Lay Up Great Stores, To Possess The Sweet Of Every Flower That Blooms. She Is More Than Provident. Enough Will Not Satisfy Her, She Must Have All She Can Get By Hook Or Crook.

We Have Produced Some Good Walkers And Saunterers, And Some Noted Climbers; But As A Staple Recreation, As A Daily Practice, The Mass Of The People Dislike And Despise Walking.

Do Not Despise Your Own Place And Hour. Every Place Is Under The Stars, Every Place Is The Center Of The World.