Any Supreme Insight Is A Metaphor.

Faith Is A Kind Of Winged Intellect. The Great Workmen Of History Have Been Men Who Believed Like Giants.

Pity Is Not Enough Better Than Indifference To Benefit Materially Either Agent Or Recipient.

All True Manliness Grows Around A Core Of Divineness.

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.

Hell Is Both Sides Of The Tomb, And A Devil May Be Respectable And Wear Good Clothes.