Build Therefore Your Own World.

Conformity Is The Ape Of Harmony.

The Frost Which Kills The Harvest Of A Year Saves The Harvest Of A Century, By Destroying The Weevil Or The Locust.

Be Lord Of A Day, Through Wisdom And Justice, And You Can Put Up Your History Books.

The Day Is Always His, Who Works In It With Serenity And Great Aims.

But What Help From These Fineries Or Pedantries? What Help From Thought? Life Is Not Dialectics. We, I Think, In These Times, Have Had Lessons Enough Of The Futility Of Criticism.