the God.

As long as we persist in sending all the sap and energy of our being
into the money-making gland or faculty and letting the social faculty,
the esthetic faculty, and all the finer, nobler faculties lie dormant,
and even die, we certainly can not expect a well-rounded and
symmetrical life, for only faculties that are used, brain cells that
are exercised, grow; all others atrophy. If the finer instincts in man
and the nobler qualities that live in the higher brain are
under-developed, and the coarser instincts which dwell in the lower
brain close to the brute faculties are over-developed, man must pay the
penalty of animality and will lack appreciation of all that is finest
and most beautiful in life.

"The vision that you hold in your mind, the ideal that is enthroned in
your heart--this you will build your life by, this you will become."
It is the quality of mind, of ideals, and not mere things, that make a
man.

It is as essential to cultivate the esthetic faculties and the heart
qualities as to cultivate what we call the intellect. The time will
come when our children will be taught, both at home and in school, to
consider beauty as a most precious gift, which must be preserved in
purity, sweetness, and cleanliness, and regarded as a divine instrument
of education.

There is no investment which will give such returns as the culture of
the finer self, the development of the sense of the beautiful, the
sublime, and the true; the development of qualities that are crushed
out or strangled in the mere dollar-chaser.

There are a thousand evidences in us that we were intended for temples
of beauty, of sweetness, of loveliness, of beautiful ideas, and not
mere storehouses for vulgar things.

There is nothing which will pay so well as to train the finest and
truest, the most beautiful qualities in us in order that we may see
beauty everywhere and be able to extract sweetness from everything.

Everywhere we go there are a thousand things to educate the best there
is in us. Every sunset, landscape, mountain, hill, and tree has
secrets of charm and beauty waiting for us. In every patch of meadow
or wheat, in every leaf and flower, the trained eye will see beauty
which would ravish an angel. The cultured ear will find harmony in
forest and field, melody in the babbling brook, and untold pleasure in
all Nature's songs.

Whatever our vocation, we should resolve that we will not strangle all
that is finest