There is not one single instance of any civilisation being spontaneous. There was not a race in the world which became civilised unless another civilised race came and mingled with that race. The origin of civilisation must have belonged, so to say, to one or two races who went abroad, spread their ideas, and intermingled with other races and thus civilisation spread.
In our families there are the heads; some of them are successful, others are not. Why? We complain of others in our failures. The moment I am unsuccessful, I say, so-and-so is the cause of the failure. In failure, one does not like to confess one’s own faults and weaknesses. Each person tries to hold himself faultless and lay the blame upon somebody or something else, or even on bad luck. When heads of families fail, they should ask themselves, why it is that some persons manage a family so well and others do not. Then you will find that the difference is owing to the man — his presence, his personality.
Q. The great earth shall be thy cradle,
Rocking, rocking, day by day.
Star bespangled curtain spread
Every night above thy head.
Suns on suns shall gild thy brow,
Baby, baby, what art thou?
I heard a knock, a hard blow,
At my gate, and cried I,
“Who is it? Ho.”
Come hither, come hither, ye merry bird,
And tell me a story do.
Why are you always happy and glad,
And never a thought of sorrow have?
The bird cooed softly and whispered low,
The reason is very plain you know.
Before ever land was,
Before ever the sea,
Or the soft hair of the grass,
Or the fair limbs of the tree,
Or the fresh-coloured fruit of my branches,
I was, and thy soul was in me.