Yet Has Not Man Wept At The

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

You Would Measure Time The Measureless And The Immeasurable. You Would Adjust Your Conduct And Even Direct The Course Of Your Spirit According To Hours And Seasons. Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing.

Advance, And Never Halt, For Advancing Is Perfection. Advance And Do Not Fear The Thorns In The Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.