Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood

Petty Laws Breed Great Crimes.

Youth Without Faith Is A Day Without Sun.

Christianity Has Ever Been The Enemy Of Human Love; It Has Forever Cursed And Expelled And Crucified The One Passion Which Sweetens And Smiles On Human Life, Which Makes The Desert Blossom As The Rose, And Which Glorifies The Common Things And Common Ways Of Earth. It Made Of This, The Angel Of Life, A Shape Of Sin And Darkness ... Even In The Unions Which It Reluctantly Permitted, It Degraded And Dwarfed The Passion Which It Could Not Entirely Exclude, And Permitted It Coarsely To Exist For The Mere Necessity Of Procreation.

Histories In Blazonry And Poems In Stone.

I Have Known Men Who Have Been Sold And Bought A Hundred Times, Who Have Only Got Very Fat And Very Comfortable In The Process Of Exchange.