To Leap Across An Abyss, One Is

It Is So Human A Book That I Don't See How Belief In Its Divine Authority Can Survive The Reading Of It.

Where Is It, This Present? It Has Melted In Our Grasp, Fled Ere We Could Touch It, Gone In The Instant Of Becoming.

Mankind's Common Instinct For Reality Has Always Held The World To Be Essentially A Theatre For Heroism.

The True Is The Name Of Whatever Proves Itself To Be Good In The Way Of Belief, And Good, Too, For Definite, Assignable Reasons.

The Impulse To Take Life Strivingly Is Indestructible In The Race.