Without A Mythology, Faith Is

A Candid Spirit Is Mightier Than The Most Persistent Dogmatism.

Science Has Grown Frightfully Audacious In These Days -- Swift-footed, Ponderous, Careering Over Her Iron Ways With Unslacking Pace. This Rampant Dragon, On Which I Am Mounted, See How He Bends His Once Stiff Neck To His Rider, Champing His Checked Bit And Pawing The Dust, Impatient To Leap Around The Globe. Genius Is Prescient, Foresees Its Own Might. Man Is Striving Through These Iron-ribbed, Steam-sped Hippogriffs, To Recover His Lost Ubiquity And Omnipotence, And Threatens Soon To Grasp In His Ample Palm, And Fix With Flaming Eye-ball, The Elemental Forces!

Travel Makes All Men Countrymen, Makes People Noblemen And Kings, Every Man Tasting Of Liberty And Dominion.

Children Are Illuminated Text-books, Breviaries Of Doctrine, Living Bodies Of Divinity, Open Always And Inviting Their Elders To Peruse The Characters Inscribed On The Lovely Leaves.

Sleep On Your Writing; Take A Walk Over It; Scrutinize It Of A Morning; Review It Of An Afternoon; Digest It After A Meal; Let It Sleep In Your Drawer A Twelvemonth; Never Venture A Whisper About It To Your Friend, If He Be An Author Especially.