Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.

See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His Azure Shield, The Heavens.

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.