Where all life dies death lives.
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
No institution which does not continually test its ideals, techniques and measure of accomplishment can claim real vitality.
All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.
They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.