Do not fear being misunderstood; right will finally come into its own. We will keep our minds off our enemies, and keep our thoughts on our purpose; we will make up our minds what we want to do. We will mark a straight line on the log and hew to that line. Fear is the dope drug that kills initiative; hate the poison that shatters clear thinking. Hate and fear are the iron ore in our life's vessel; they deflect the compass and prevent us from holding to the course. [Sidenote: Grasp Present Opportunities.] There are splendid worth-while things for us to do, and with continuity of action and singleness of purpose on our part the days will pass by as we are seizing opportunity and making use of the things required for the fulfillment of our desires. We are like the coral insect that takes from the running tide the material to build a solid fortress. Our running tide is made up of the gliding golden days. Let's waste no time in trying to make friends or in seeking to attach ourselves to others. True friends are not caught by pursuit; they come to us; they happen through circumstances we do not create. Self-reliance is ours, and we must first use it for our own betterment. We will then have a surplus of energy to allow us to help others. Our energy hours must be devoted to our purposes and ideals. Atween times, we must rest and relax, and repair the waste that strenuosity makes. Breathe good air, bask in the sunshine, see nature, and say to yourself: "All these treasures are for me; all these things I am part of." [Sidenote: The Joy of Living.] Do not prepare for death; prepare for life. Preparing for death brings the end before your allotted time. Like Job of old, that which we fear will come to us. We must not think of death, or waste time preparing for it. It makes us miserable to-day. It makes us weak and fills us with fear, and it draws the day of our departure nearer. To-day is ours. Live freely, fully to-day. Be unafraid, unhurried, and undisturbed. We are building character, and the way we build it is by mental attitude, by our acts, and by the way we employ the precious moments of to-day. Put yourself in harmony with nature--realize the wonderful power of the will--and you will be strong, a veritable king among men. 9. [Sidenote: The Pessimist.] The calamity howler is found everywhere. In times of peace or war he is with us. This pessimist sows seeds of discord, plants envy, generates the anarchist spirit, and is an all-around nuisance. A man may spend years erecting a building; a fiend can demolish it in a minute with a stick of dynamite. The calamity howler is a destroyer; he doesn't think, he spurts out words. His words and arguments are simply parrot mimicry and void of intellectual impulse, as are the movements of an angle worm. These gloom merchants talk of their rights, and they expect and demand the same privileges and benefits that are earned by the man who uses his head.