Science And Religion Are In Full Accord,

I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold, I Am Here; And I Shall Exist Till The End Of Time, For My Being Has No End.

Tears Have Cleansed My Eyes, And Errors Have Taught Me The Language Of The Hearts.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

A Look Which Reveals Inward Stress Adds More Beauty To The Face, No Matter How Much Tragedy And Pain It Bespeaks; But The Face Which, In Silence, Does Not Announce Hidden Mysteries Is Not Beautiful, Regardless Of The Symmetry Of Its Features.

You Hate Jesus Because Someone From The North Country Said He Was The Son Of God. But You Hate One Another Because Each Of You Deems Himself Too Great To Be The Brother Of The Next Man.