It is time for the American craftsman and artist to grasp the fact that we must be men enough to construct a to-morrow that grows rich in forecastings in the same way that the past of Europe grows rich in sweet or terrible legends as men go back into it.
* * * * * Scenario writers, producers, photoplay actors, endowers of exquisite films, sects using special motion pictures for a predetermined end, all you who are taking the work as a sacred trust, I bid you God-speed.

Let us resolve that whatever America's to-morrow may be, she shall have a day that is beautiful and not crass, spiritual, not material.

Let us resolve that she shall dream dreams deeper than the sea and higher than the clouds of heaven, that she shall come forth crowned and transfigured with her statesmen and wizards and saints and sages about her, with magic behind her and miracle before her.
Pray that you be delivered from the temptation to cynicism and the timidities of orthodoxy.

Pray that the workers in this your glorious new art be delivered from the mere lust of the flesh and pride of life.

Let your spirits outflame your burning bodies.
Consider what it will do to your souls, if you are true to your trust.
Every year, despite earthly sorrow and the punishment of your mortal sins, despite all weakness and all of Time's revenges upon you, despite Nature's reproofs and the whips of the angels, new visions will come, new prophecies will come.