In Joined Hands There Is Still Some

Freedom Begins Where It Ends Ignorance.

Love Is A Fault; So Be It.

In Short, I Am Doing What I Can, I Suffer With The Same Universal Suffering, And I Try To Assuage It, I Possess Only The Puny Forces Of A Man, And I Cry To All: “help Me!

Because One Doesn't Like The Way Things Are Is No Reason To Be Unjust Towards God.

No One Ever Keeps A Secret So Well As A Child.