Man Is Not To Be Comprehended As

We Must Pass Through The Darkness, To Reach The Light.

What We Have Done For Ourselves Alone Dies With Us; What We Have Done For Others And The World Remains And Is Immortal.

Man Is Encompassed With A Dome Of Incomprehensible Wonders. In Him And About Him Is That Which Should Fill His Life With Majesty And Sacredness. Something Of Sublimity And Sanctity Has Thus Flashed Down From Heaven Into The Heart Of Every One That Lives.

To Sow, That Others May Reap; To Work And Plant For Those That Are To Occupy The Earth When We Are Dead; To Project Our Influences Far Into The Future, And Live Beyond Our Time; To Rule As The Kings Of Thought, Over Men Who Are Yet Unborn; To Bless With The Glorious Gifts Of Truth And Light And Liberty Those Who Will Neither Know The Name Of The Giver, Nor Care In What Grave His Unregarded Ashes Repose, Is The True Office Of A Mason And The Proudest Destiny Of A Man.

Work Only Can Keep Even Kings Respectable.