We Stand, As It Were,

Every Dogma, Every Philosophic Or Theological Creed, Was At Its Inception A Statement In Terms Of The Intellect Of A Certain Inner Experience.

Love Is The Expansion Of Two Natures In Such Fashion That Each Include The Other, Each Is Enriched By The Other.

Where The Roots Of Private Virtue Are Diseased, The Fruit Of Public Probity Cannot But Be Corrupt.

Man Is Like A Tree, With The Mighty Trunk Of Intellect, The Spreading Branches Of Imagination, And The Roots Of The Lower Instincts That Bind Him To The Earth. The Moral Life, However, Is The Fruit He Bears; In It His True Nature Is Revealed.

For A Long Time The Conviction Has Been Dimly Felt In The Community That, Without Prejudice To Existing Institutions, The Legal Day Of Weekly Rest Might Be Employed To Advantage For Purposes Affecting The General Good.