Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is

That Deed Which In Our Guilt We Today Call Weakness, Will Appear Tomorrow As An Essential Link In The Complete Chain Of Man.

Nature Reaches Out To Us With Welcoming Arms, And Bids Us Enjoy Her Beauty; But We Dread Her Silence And Rush Into The Crowded Cities, There To Huddle Like Sheep Fleeing From A Ferocious Wolf.

We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities, But By Our Vision.

Even As The Holy And The Righteous Cannot Rise Beyond The Highest Which Is In Each One Of You, So The Wicked And The Weak Cannot Fall Lower Than The Lowest Which Is In You Also.

The Lust For Comfort, That Stealthy Thing That Enters The House A Guest, And Then Becomes A Host, And Then A Master.