Without A Mythology, Faith Is

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.

An Age Deficient In Idealism Has Ever Been One Of Immorality And Superficial Attainment, Since Without The Sense Of Ideas, Nobility Of Character Becomes Of Rare Attainment, If Possible.

We Climb To Heaven Most Often On The Ruins Of Our Cherished Plans, Finding Our Failures Were Successes.

Who Speaks To The Instincts Speaks To The Deepest In Mankind, And Finds The Readiest Response.

Our Ideals Are Our Better Selves.