If I Cannot Brag Of

The Evolution Of A Highly Destined Society Must Be Moral; It Must Run In The Grooves Of The Celestial Wheels.

You Think Me The Child Of Circumstance; I Make My Circumstance.

The World Is The Ring Of His Spells, And The Play Of His Miracles.

When There Is No Vision, People Perish.

The Relations Of The Soul To The Divine Spirit Are So Pure, That It Is Profane To Seek To Interpose Helps.