It Is No Fault Of Christianity That

Whoever Eats The Lamb Outside This House Is Profane.

To Saints Their Very Slumber Is A Prayer.

Vanity Is Truly The Motive Power That Moves Humanity, And It Is Flattery That Greases The Wheels.

What Good Is Speed If The Brain Has Oozed Out On The Way.

Do Not Marvel At The Novelty Of The Thing, If A Virgin Gives Birth To God.