By A Divine Paradox, Wherever

He Fed His Spirit With The Bread Of Books

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out.

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two. So In The Wonderful Reciprocities Of Being, We Can Never Reach The Higher Levels Until All Our Fellows Ascend With Us.

We Are All Blind Until We See That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man. Why Build These Cities Glorious If Man Unbuilded Goes? We Build The World In Vain Unless The Builders Also Grow.

Earth Is Enough. We Men Of Earth Have Here The Stuff Of Paradise - We Have Enough! We Need No Other Stones To Build The Temple Of The Unfulfilled - No Other Ivory For The Doors - No Other Marble For The Floors - No Other Cedar For The Beam And Dome Of Man's Immortal Dream. Here On The Paths Of Every-day - Here On The Common Human Way Is All The Stuff The Gods Would Take To Build A Heaven, To Mold And Make New Edens. Ours Is The Stuff Sublime To Build Eternity In Time!