The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

O Winter! Bar Thine Adamantine Doors: The North Is Thine; There Hast Thou Build Thy Dark, Deep-founded Habitation. Shake Not Thy Roofs, Nor Bend Thy Pillars With Thine Iron Car.

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

When The Sun Rises, Do You Not See A Round Disc Of Fire Somewhat Like A Guinea? O No, No, I See An Innumerable Company Of The Heavenly Host Crying Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty.

Truth Can Never Be Told So As To Be Understood And Not Be Believed.

Great Things Are Done When Men And Mountains Meet.