How Frightened Hypocrisy Hastens To Defend Itself.

To Be A Saint Is The Exception; To Be A Just Person Is The Rule. Err, Stumble, Commit Sin, But Be One Of The Just.

Love, Thine Is The Future. Death, I Use Thee, But I Hate Thee. Citizens, There Shall Be In The Future Neither Darkness Nor Thunderbolts; Neither Ferocious Ignorance Nor Blood For Blood.

When You Get An Idea Into Your Head You Find It In Everything.

Progress Is The Stride Of God.

The Ode Lives Upon The Ideal, The Epic Upon The Grandiose, The Drama Upon The Real.