God, What Is All This Talk Put

I Hate All Virtues Based On Food And Bloated Bellies; Though Food And Drink Are Good, I'm Better Slaked And Fed By That Inhuman Flame Which Burns In Our Black Bowels. I Like To Name That Flame Which Burns Within Me God!

A Slave's Soul Has No Worth, My Brothers; It Lacks Strength To Tread On This Great Earth With Gallantry And Freedom. I Pity The Poor Slaves, They're Nought But Airy Mist, A Light Breeze Scatters Them, A Fragrance Knocks Them Down; It's Only Just They Crawl On The Earth On Hands And Knees. Today I'll Write A Hymn To God And Pray For This Great Grace.

In Order To Succeed, We Must First Believe That We Can.

This Book Was Not Written Because I Wanted To Offer A Supreme Model To The Man Who Struggles; I Wanted To Show Him That He Must Not Fear Pain, Temptation Or Death - Because All Three Can Be Conquered, All Three Have Already Been Conquered. Christ Suffered Pain, And Since Then Pain Has Been Sanctified. Temptation Fought Until The Very Last Moment To Lead Him Astray, And Temptation Was Defeated. Christ Died On The Cross, And At That Instant Death Was Vanquished Forever.

You Will, Judas, My Brother. God Will Give You The Strength, As Much As You Lack, Because It Is Necessary—it Is Necessary For Me To Be Killed And For You To Betray Me. We Two Must Save The World. Help Me." Judas Bowed His Head. After A Moment He Asked, "if You Had To Betray Your Master, Would You Do It?" Jesus Reflected For A Long Time. Finally He Said, "no, I'm Afraid I Wouldn't Be Able To. That Is Why God Pitied Me And Gave Me The Easier Task: To Be Crucified.