Ideals We Do Not Make. We Discover,

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.

Faith Is Among Men What Gravity Is Among Planets And Suns.

Pity Is Not Enough Better Than Indifference To Benefit Materially Either Agent Or Recipient.

Labor Is The Handmaid Of Religion.

Every Thought Was Once A Poem.