O Poor Mortals, How Ye Make This

One Must Verify Or Expel His Doubts, And Convert Them Into The Certainty Of Yes Or No.

The Dead Are All Holy, Even They That Were Base And Wicked While Alive. Their Baseness And Wickedness Was Not They, Was But The Heavy And Unmanageable Environment That Lay Round Them.

Conviction Is Worthless Unless It Is Converted Into Conduct.

And Man's Little Life Has Duties That Are Great, That Are Alone Great, And Go Up To Heaven And Down To Hell.

Pin Your Faith To No Ones Sleeves, Haven't You Two Eyes Of Your Own.