God Has No Power Over The Past

Man Alone At The Very Moment Of His Birth, Cast Naked Upon The Naked Earth, Does She Abandon To Cries And Lamentations.

There Is In Them A Softer Fire Than The Ruby, There Is The Brilliant Purple Of The Amethyst, And The Sea Green Of The Emerald - All Shining Together In Incredible Union. Some By Their Splendor Rival The Colors Of The Painters, Others The Flame Of Burning Sulphur Or Of Fire Quickened By Oil.

The Javelin-snake Amphiptere Hurls Itself From The Branches Of Trees.

God Has No Power Over The Past Except To Cover It With Oblivion.

Let Honor Be To Us As Strong An Obligation As Necessity Is To Others.