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Conscious Man, To Be Sure, Has At All Times Been Keenly Aware That Life Is An Adventure, That Life Must, Forever, Be Wrested From Death.

If The Bee Disappeared Off The Surface Of The Globe, Then Man Would Have Only Four Years Of Life Left. No More Bees, No More Pollination, No More Plants, No More Animals, No More Man.

Each Of Us Is Here For A Brief Sojourn; For What Purpose He Knows Not, Though He Sometimes Thinks He Senses It. But Without Deeper Reflection One Knows From Daily Life That One Exists For Other People.

Weakness Of Attitude Becomes Weakness Of Character; It Becomes Lack Of Power To Act With Courage Proportionate To Danger. All This Must Lead To The Destruction Of Our Intellectual Life Unless The Danger Summons Up Strong Personalities Able To Fill The Lukewarm And Discouraged With New Strength And Resolution.

The Value Of A Man Should Be Seen In What He Gives And Not In What He Is Able To Receive.