The Dreamers Are The Saviors Of The

As In The Rankest Soil The Most Beautiful Flowers Are Grown, So In The Dark Soil Of Poverty The Choicest Flowers Of Humanity Have Developed And Bloomed.

Cherish Your Visions. Cherish Your Ideals. Cherish The Music That Stirs In Your Heart, The Beauty That Forms In Your Mind, The Loveliness That Drapes Your Purest Thoughts. For Out Of Them Will Grow All Delightful Conditions, All Heavenly Environment, Of These, If You But Remain True To Them, Your World Will At Last Be Built.

The Man Who Cannot Endure To Have His Errors And Shortcomings Brought To The Surface And Made Known, But Tries To Hide Them, Is Unfit To Walk The Highway Of Truth.

A Man Only Begins To Be A Man When He Ceases To Whine And Revile, And Commences To Search For The Hidden Justice Which Regulates His Life. And He Adapts His Mind To That Regulating Factor, He Ceases To Accuse Others As The Cause Of His Condition, And Builds Himself Up In Strong And Noble Thoughts; Ceases To Kick Against Circumstances, But Begins To Use Them As Aids To His More Rapid Progress, And As A Means Of The Hidden Powers And Possibilities Within Himself.

Man Is Made Or Unmade By Himself. In The Armory Of Thought He Forges The Weapons By Which He Destroys Himself. He Also Fashions The Tools With Which He Builds For Himself Heavenly Mansions Of Joy And Strength And Peace.