Death Tugs At My Ear And Says,

Sweet Is The Scene Where Genial Friendship Plays The Pleasing Game Of Interchanging Praise.

Our Brains Are Seventy-year Clocks. The Angel Of Life Winds Them Up Once For All, Then Closes The Case, And Gives The Key Into The Hand Of The Angel Of The Resurrection.

The Truth Is That The Whole System Of Beliefs Which Comes In With The Story Of The Fall Of Man ... Is Gently Falling Out Of Enlightened Human Intelligence.

Trouble Makes Us One With Every Human Being In The World - And Unless We Touch Others, We're Out Of Touch With Life.

The Real Religion Of The World Comes From Women Much More Than From Men - From Mothers Most Of All, Who Carry The Key Of Our Souls In Their Bosoms.