rr on the other._ All things are for a purpose, all should
be used and enjoyed; but all should be rightly used, that they may be
fully enjoyed.

It is the all-around, fully developed we want,--not the ethereal,
pale-blooded man and woman, but the man and woman of flesh and blood,
for action and service here and now,--the man and woman strong and
powerful, with all the faculties and functions fully unfolded and used,
all in a royal and bounding condition, but all rightly subordinated. The
man and the woman of this kind, with the imperial hand of mastery upon
all,--standing, moving thus like a king, nay, like a very God,--such is
the man and such is the woman of power. Such is the ideal life: anything
else is one-sided, and falls short of it.

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High thought and noble in all lands
Help me; my soul is fed by such,
But oh, at the touch of life and hands--
The human touch!
Warm, vital, close, life's Symbol dear,--
These need I most, and now and here.

_Richard Burton_

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Thoughts of strength both build strength from within and attract it from
without. Thoughts of weakness actualize weakness from within and attract
it from without. Courage begets strength, fear begets weakness. And so
courage begets success, fear begets failure. It is the man or the woman
of faith, and hence of courage, who is the master of circumstances, and
who make his or her power felt in the world. It is the man or the woman
who lacks faith and who as a consequence is weakened and crippled by
fears and forebodings, who is the creature of all passing occurences.

What one lives in his invisible thought world he is continually
actualizing in his visible material world. If he would have any
conditions different in the latter he must make the necessary change in
the former. A clear realization of this great fact would bring success
to thousands of men and women who all about us are now in the depths of
despair. It would bring health, abounding health and strength to
thousands now diseased and suffering. It would bring peace and joy to
thousands now unhappy and ill at ease.

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I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I se