The One Thing Finished In This Hasty

We Look At Death Through The Cheap-glazed Windows Of The Flesh, And Believe Him The Monster Which The Flawed And Cracked Glass Represents Him.

What A Sense Of Security In An Old Book Which Time Has Criticized For Us!

Console Yourself, Dear Man And Brother; Whatever You May Be Sure Of, Be Sure At Least Of This, That You Are Dreadfully Like Other People. Human Nature Has A Much Greater Genius For Sameness Than For Originality.

You've Gut To Git Up Airly Ef You Want To Take In God.

He's True To God Who's True To Man.