THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



aware that all has failed, yet, side by side 

 with the sadness of that knowledge, 

 there lives on in me an unquenchable 

 belief, thought burning like the sun, 

 that there is yet something to be found, 

 something real, something to give each 

 separate personality sunshine and flowers 

 in its own existence now. Something to 

 shape this million-handed labour to an 

 end and outcome, leaving accumulated 

 sunshine and flowers to those who shall 

 succeed. It must be dragged forth by 

 might of thought from the immense 

 forces of the universe. — 'The Story of 

 my Heart.' 



OF all the inventions of casuistry 

 with which man for ages has 

 in various ways manacled him- 

 self and stayed his own advance, there 

 is none equally potent with the supposi- 

 tion that nothing more is possible. Once 

 well impress on the mind that it has 



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