It Is Like The Seed

Even The Men Most Richly Endowed With Ability, Education, And Opportunity, Even The Giants Of The Race, After The Completest Life Possible, Feel, As They Stand On The Edge Of The Grave, That They Are But Human Acorns With All Their Possibilities Still In Them, Just Beginning To Sprout.

A Lobster, When Left High And Dry Among The Rock, Does Not Have The Sense Enough To Work His Way Back To The Sea, But Waits For The Sea To Come To Him. If It Does Not Come, He Remains Where He Is And Dies, Although The Slightest Effort Would Enable Him To Reach The Waves, Which Are Perhaps Within A Yard Of Him. The World Is Full Of Human Lobsters; People Stranded On The Rocks Of Indecision And Procrastination, Who, Instead Of Putting Forth Their Own Energies, Are Waiting For Some Grand Billow Of Good Fortune To Set Them Afloat.

If You Do Not Feel Yourself Growing In Your Work And Your Life Broadening And Deepening, If Your Task Is Not A Perpetual Tonic To You, You Have Not Found Your Place.

Our Trials, Our Sorrows, And Our Grieves Develop Us.

Dreams That Are Realized Become An Inspiration For New Endeavor. It Is In The Power To Make The Dream Good That We Find The Hope Of This World.