I fear the vermin that shall undermine
Senate and citadel and school and shrine.
We all are blind until we see
That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making if
It does not make the man.
Why build these cities glorious
If man unbuilded goes?
In vain we build the world, unless
The builder also grows.
And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down
As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,
Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,
And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
- Dorothy Parker American Poet
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