Purposelessness Is The Fruitful Mother Of Crime.

Little Works, Little Thoughts, Little Loves, Little Prayers For Little Christians, And Larger And Larger As The Years Grow.

There Is Always The Possibility Of Beauty Where There Is An Unsealed Human Eye; Of Music Where There Is An Unstopped Human Ear; And Of Inspiration Where There Is A Receptive Human Spirit.

Faith Is The Heroism Of The Intellect.

Hell Is Both Sides Of The Tomb, And A Devil May Be Respectable And Wear Good Clothes.

Purposelessness Is The Fruitful Mother Of Crime.