L. W. Rogers

"We may be either the suffering slaves of nature or the happy masters of her laws."

we blunder upon them

Nothing whatever can grow without use, without activity.

A week later death has come and gone and joy is replaced with agony. Today we have a friend. Tomorrow he will be an enemy

A week later death has come and gone and joy is replaced with agony. Today we have a friend. Tomorrow he will be an enemy

A week later death has come and gone and joy is replaced with agony. Today we have a friend. Tomorrow he will be an enemy

A week later death has come and gone and joy is replaced with agony. Today we have a friend. Tomorrow he will be an enemy

A week later death has come and gone and joy is replaced with agony. Today we have a friend. Tomorrow he will be an enemy

In the darkness our progress would be slow and painful and our bruises many. But if we could press a button that would turn on the electric light we could then make the same journey quickly and with perfect safety and comfort.

yet we seek in vain for a reason