I Cut A Hole In My Heart

I Cannot Think The Disputes And Jealousies Of Heaven Are Tried And Settled By The Swords Of Earth.

The War Of Good And Evil Is Mightiest In Mightiest Souls, And Even In The Darkest Time The Heart Will Maintain Its Right Against The Hardest Creed.

Who Shall Say That Those Poor Peasants Were Not Acting In The Spirit We Most Venerate, Most Adore; That Theirs Was Not The True Heart Language Which We Cannot Choose But Love? And What Has Been Their Reward? They Have Sent Down Their Name To Be The By-word Of All After Ages; The Worst Reproach Of The Worst Men A Name Convertible With Atheism And Devil-worship.

Scepticism, Like Wisdom, Springs Out In Full Panoply Only From The Brain Of A God, And It Is Little Profit To See An Idea In Its Growth, Unless We Track Its Seed To The Power Which Sowed It.

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.