When I Look Up Into

It Is The Life Of The Crystal, The Architect Of The Flake, The Fire Of The Frost, The Soul Of The Sunbeam. This Crisp Winter Air Is Full Of It.

I See On A Immense Scale, And As Clearly As In A Demonstration In A Laboratory, That Good Comes Out Of Evil; That The Impartiality Of The Nature Providence Is Best; That We Are Made Strong By What We Overcome; That Man Is Man Because He Is As Free To Do Evil As To Do Good; That Life Is As Free To Develop Hostile Forms As To Develop Friendly; That Power Waits Upon Him Who Earns It; That Disease, Wars, The Unloosened, Devastating Elemental Forces Have Each And All Played Their Part In Developing And Hardening Man And Giving Him The Heroic Fiber.

To The Scientist Nature Is A Storehouse Of Facts, Laws, Processes; To The Artist She Is A Storehouse Of Pictures; To The Poet She Is A Storehouse Of Images, Fancies, A Source Of Inspiration; To The Moralist She Is A Storehouse Of Precepts And Parables; To All She May Be A Source Of Knowledge And Joy.

I Seldom Go Into A Natural History Museum Without Feeling As If I Were Attending A Funeral.

Following World War Ii, The U.s. Was The Architect Of The Un System, And The World Financial System, And The Human Rights Declaration, And Of Course The United Nations Is Based Here In New York City. But, Unfortunately, Especially In The Last Decade, The U.s. Really Has Been Turning Its Back On International Agreements And The Set Of Agencies And Procedures That They Create As A Means For Governing The World.