Through Our Soul Is Our Contact With

Every Dawn Renews The Beginning, And To Behold The Earth Struggling Out Of The Formless Void, Out Of The Night, Is To Witness The Act Of Creation.

The Heathen Spirit Is Wingless. It Cannot Lift Itself To Heights From Which The Totality Of Being Is Visible, And It Therefore Loses Itself In Details.

Youth Has The Resilience To Absorb Disaster And Weave It Into The Pattern Of Its Life, No Mater How Anguishing The Thorn That Penetrates Its Flesh.

Without A Love Of Humankind There Is No Love Of God.

Personality Is The Gland Of Creativity.