The trees have their leaves, and cast a grateful
shadow, cool and sweet. The bachelor is bare, and under his branches the
hot and withering sun pours down unpleasantly. You are lucky to have
escaped such a lot, for it is O, so lonesome and unsatisfactory to man!
It is not good for him to be alone. Now,
IN TALKING TO YOUR SWEETHEART,
there is one bearing alone which will bring forth good fruit. Be honest
and sincere. Remember that the philosophers and sages of the centuries
have been studying and marveling over the thing called Truth--why it is
that it always asserts itself--why it is that its parts always coincide
with each other, as though they had first been put together! When you
see cut stones unloading before the site of a building, you know by the
marks on them that, when they are put together, they will make a
fine-looking front, for the architect has copied them from the front of
some building which has, sometime or other, been erected just as this
projected structure will be. But here is
THIS QUARRY OF TRUTH;
you enter it without a human architect, hew out a stone, hew out
another, and another, and soon a beautiful edifice arises, in the walls
of which there is not a single peep-hole or blemish.
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