No One Can Fail To See That

The Freedom Of Thought Is A Sacred Right Of Every Individual Man, And Diversity Will Continue To Increase With The Progress, Refinement, And Differentiation Of The Human Intellect.

It May Be Impossible For A Man By Merely Willing It To Add Wings To His Body, But It Is Possible For Any Man, By Merely Willing It, To Add Wings To His Soul. This Perennial Miracle Of The Moral Nature Is Capable Of Happening At Any Time.

The Human Race May Be Compared To A Writer. At The Outset A Writer Has Often Only A Vague General Notion Of The Plan Of His Work, And Of The Thought He Intends To Elaborate. As He Proceeds, Penetrating His Material, Laboring To Express Himself Fitly, He Lays A Firmer Grasp On His Thought; He Finds Himself. So The Human Race Is Writing Its Story, Finding Itself, Discovering Its Own Underlying Purpose, Revising, Recasting A Tale Pathetic Often, Yet None The Less Sublime.

An Anxious Unrest, A Fierce Craving Desire For Gain Has Taken Possession Of The Commercial World, And In Instances No Longer Rare The Most Precious And Permanent Goods Of Human Life Have Been Madly Sacrificed In The Interests Of Momentary Enrichment.

Man Is Like A Tree, With The Mighty Trunk Of Intellect, The Spreading Branches Of Imagination, And The Roots Of The Lower Instincts That Bind Him To The Earth. The Moral Life, However, Is The Fruit He Bears; In It His True Nature Is Revealed.