From An Evolutionary Point Of

Joy Is The Infallible Sign Of The Presence Of God.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.

The Only Way Forward Is In The Direction Of A Common Passion, For Nothing In The Universe Can Ultimately Resist The Cumulative Ardor Of The Collective Soul.

Man Only Progresses By Slowly Elaborating From Age To Age The Essence And The Totality Of A Universe Deposited Within Him.

The Future Belongs To Those Who Give The Next Generation Reason For Hope.