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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Sunday, 31 July 1910
Fling back the Veil, and gaze on Truth, and see The dread unutterable mystery! Fling back the Veil, I tell thee! and be bold, Or else be damned to all Eternity!
Let be the lesser triumphs; grasp the whole' Wrest from the Sphinx the Secrets of the Soul Victor or vanquished in the glorious strife,— What matter, so then wear the mystic Goal?
May not a life of failure often be Precursor of a noble victory? The seed sown in the past will spring to life In the far future that we may not see.
The chaste and the obscene are each as far From what they seek as all extremists are; Unless a man be balanced he can not Attain unto the splendour of his star.
Think nought too high, too low, too great, too bright, There is no limit to the spirit's flight; There is no thing a man may not achieve, So he but will and strive with all his might.
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