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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.

I Want Nothing Less Than A Faith Founded Upon A Rock, Faith In The Constitution Of Things. The Various Man-made Creeds Are Fictitious, Like The Constellations Orion, Cassiopeia’s Chair, The Big Dipper; The Only Thing Real In Them Is The Stars, And The Only Thing Real In The Creeds Is The Soul’s Aspiration Toward The Infinite.

If The October Days Were A Cordial Like The Sub-acids Of Fruit, These Are A Tonic Like The Wine Of Iron. Drink Deep Or Be Careful How You Taste This December Vintage. The First Sip May Chill, But A Full Draught Warms And Invigorates.

Look Underfoot. You Are Always Nearer To The True Sources Of Your Power Than You Think. The Lure Of The Distant And The Difficult Is Deceptive. The Great Opportunity Is Where You Are. Don't Despise Your Own Place And Hour. Every Place Is The Center Of The World.

A Somebody Was Once A Nobody Who Wanted To And Did.