skies. We fill the space about and over us with spirits, fairies,
gods, and other invisible and airy beings. We covet the rainbow. We
reach out for the moon. Our feet do not really begin to touch the firm
ground until we have reached the years of discretion.

I know there are those who wish they could always remain children,--living
in dreamland. But even if this were desirable, it is not possible.
Evolution is our destiny; of what use is it, then, to take up arms
against destiny?

Let it be borne in mind that all the religions of the world were born
in the childhood of the race.

Science was not born until man had matured. There is in this thought a
world of meaning.

Children make religions.

Grown up people create science.

The cradle is the womb of all the fairies and faiths of mankind.

The school is the birthplace of science.

Religion is the science of the child.

Science is the religion of the matured man.

In the discussion of this subject, I appeal to the mature, not to
the child mind. I appeal to those who have cultivated a taste for