Sun-worship And Pure Forms Of

Those Who Can Serve Best, Those Who Help Most, Those Who Sacrifice Most, Those Are The People Who Will Be Loved In Life And Honoured In Death, When All Questions Of Colour Are Swept Away And When In A Free Country Free Citizens Shall Meet On Equal Grounds.

God Is Immanent In Every Atom, All-pervading, All-sustaining, All-evolving; He Is Its Source And Its End, Its Cause And Its Object, Its Centre And Circumference; It Is Built On Him As Its Sure Foundation, It Breathes In Him As Its Encircling Space; He Is In Everything And Everything In Him.

Death Consists, Indeed, In A Repeated Process Of Unrobing, Or Unsheathing. The Immortal Part Of Man Shakes Off From Itself, One After The Other, Its Outer Casings, And - As The Snake From Its Skin, The Butterfly From Its Chrysalis - Emerges From One After Another, Passing Into A Higher State Of Consciousness.

The Atheist Waits For Proof Of God. Till That Proof Comes He Remains, As His Name Implies, Without God. His Mind Is Open To Every New Truth, After It Has Passed The Warder Reason At The Gate.

The Body Is Never More Alive Than When It Is Dead; But It Is Alive In Its Units, And Dead In Its Totality; Alive As A Congeries, Dead As An Organism.