He Who Shuns The Millstone, Shuns The

For Them It's Out-of-date And Outmoded To Perform Miracles; Teaching The People Is Too Like Hard Work, Interpreting The Holy Scriptures Is For Schoolmen And Praying Is A Waste Of Time; To Shed Tears Is Weak And Womanish, To Be Needy Is Degrading; To Suffer Defeat Is A Disgrace And Hardly Fitting For One Who Scarcely Permits The Greatest Of Kings To Kiss The Toes Of His Sacred Feet; And Finally, Death Is An Unattractive Prospect, And Dying On A Cross Would Be An Ignominious End.

The Desire To Write Grows With Writing.

They May Attack Me With An Army Of Six Hundred Syllogisms; And If I Do Not Recant, They Will Proclaim Me A Heretic.

The Entire World Is My Temple, And A Very Fine One Too, If I'm Not Mistaken, And I'll Never Lack Priests To Serve It As Long As There Are Men.

Before You Sleep, Read Something That Is Exquisite, And Worth Remembering.