If There Are None [gods], All Our

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Every Man Is Like The Company He Wont To Keep.

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

The God Knows When To Smile.

Leave No Stone Unturned.