Civilization May Progress, Human Nature

We Cut These Numerous Windings In Our Destinies Daily With Our Own Hands, While We Imagine That We Are Pursuing A Track On The Royal High Road Of Respectability And Duty, And Then Complain Of Those Ways Being So Intricate And So Dark. We Stand Bewildered Before The Mystery Of Our Own Making, And The Riddles Of Life That We Will Not Solve, And Then Accuse The Great Sphinx Of Devouring Us.

We See That Every External Motion, Act, Gesture, Whether Voluntary Or Mechanical, Organic Or Mental, Is Produced And Preceded By Internal Feeling Or Emotion, Will Or Volition, And Thought Or Mind.

The Whole Order Of Nature Evinces A Progressive March Towards A Higher Life.

Becoming Is The Mode Of Activity Of The Uncreate Deity.

Who Is The Great Man? He Who Is Strongest In Patience. He Who Patiently Endures Injury, And Maintains A Blameless Life--he Is A Man Indeed!