God Will Pardon Me. It Is His

The Nightingale Appear'd The First, And As Her Melody She Sang, The Apple Into Blossom Burst, To Life The Grass And Violets Sprang.

Where Books Are Burned In The End People Will Be Burned Too.

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.

The Fountain Of Love Is The Rose And The Lily, The Sun And The Dove.

All Our Contemporary Philosophers Perhaps Without Knowing It Are Looking Through Eyeglasses That Baruch Spinoza Polished. Spinoza Was A Philosopher Who Earned His Livelihood By Grinding Lenses.