Why on this life presumeTo cast contempt and scorn?Why should’st thou fret and fumeBecause in matter born?The noblest souls were ne’erContent to wail ...
Our saddest reflection: the consciousness of our limitations. It is not the stress of circumstances which are external to us that deters us: it is ou...
There are worlds around thee lyingWhich thou canst not see: There are forces round thee flying Unperceived by thee. Ope thine eyes, and cease denial—M...
So let my soul vibrate With Virtue ever, That I incorporate In each endeavor The essence the Eternal only yields. So let me live, that DeathHath terro...
By Richard Dimsdale Stocker
Part I—Becoming
As, step by step, we venture beyond the confines of those faiths in the profession which we have been br...
Thou art what the present finds thee: Leave tradition, grasp today; It is Hope and Fear that blinds thee—Fear not then if Duty binds thee—Seize thou l...
Halt not! Decide which course is thine:Look neither right nor left: Advance!Thy mission is indeed divine—Not at the beck and call of chance.Hold up t...