Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

A Musician, An Artist, An Architect: The Man Or Woman Who Is Not One Of These Is Not A Christian.

Jesus & His Apostles & Disciples Were All Artists

If Christianity Was Morality, Socrates Would Be The Saviour.