I Might Believe In The Redeemer If

Our Destiny Rules Over Us, Even When We Are Not Yet Aware Of It; It Is The Future That Makes Laws For Our Today.

Many Brief Follies--that Is What You Call Love. And Your Marriage Puts An End To Many Brief Follies, With A Single Long Stupidity.

Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

I Love Him Who Justifieth The Future Ones, And Redeemeth The Past Ones: For He Is Willing To Succumb Through The Present Ones.

It Is Some Fundamental Certainty Which A Noble Soul Has About Itself, Something Which Is Not To Be Sought, Is Not To Be Found, And Perhaps, Also, Is Not To Be Lost. The Noble Soul Has Reverence For Itself.