Many Might Go To Heaven With Half

Solitude Is Naught And Society Is Naught. Alternate Them And The Good Of Each Is Seen.

As The Farmer Casts Into The Ground The Finest Ears Of His Grain, The Time Will Come When We Too Shall Hold Nothing Back, But Shall Eagerly Convert More Than We Now Possess Into Means And Powers, When We Shall Be Willing To Sow The Sun And The Moon For Seeds.

Adult Males Are What Their Moms Designed Them.

Though We Love Goodness And Not Stealing, Yet Also We Love Freedom And Not Preaching.

A Rush Of Thoughts Is The Only Conceivable Prosperity That Can Come To Us.