To [man] It Is Granted To Have

But, When The Work Was Finished, The Craftsman Kept Wishing That There Were Someone To Ponder The Plan Of So Great A Work, To Love Its Beauty, And To Wonder At Its Vastness.

It Was Not The Part Of His Kindly Love That He Who Was To Praise God's Divine Generosity In Regard To Others Should Be Compelled To Condemn It In Regard To Himself.

Admittedly Great Though These Reasons Be, They Are Not The Principal Grounds, That Is, Those Which May Rightfully Claim For Themselves The Privilege Of The Highest Admiration.

Whatever Seeds Each Man Cultivates Will Grow To Maturity And Bear In Him Their Own Fruit. If They Be Vegetative, He Will Be Like A Plant.

A Sacred Pride Should Grip Us Of Not Being Satisfied With The Mediocre But To Strive (for We Can Do It, If We Want To) With The Exertion Of All Our Strength To Attain The Highest. Let Us Scorn What Is Of This Earth, Let Us Ignore What Is Of Heaven, Let Us Leave Absolutely Everything Worldly Behind Us In Order To Hasten To The Abode Out Of This World, In The Proximity Of The Sublime Deity. We Do Not Need To Think Of Stepping Back. Of Being Satisfied With Second Rank, Let Us Strive For Dignity And Glory. To Attain The Highest.