The Human Being Is An Animal Who

There Is Still Time For Endurance, Time For Patience, Time For Healing, Time For Change. Have You Slipped? Rise Up. Have You Sinned? Cease. Do Not Stand Among Sinners, But Leap Aside.

Any One Who Chooses Will Set Up For A Literary Critic, Though He Cannot Tell Us Where He Went To School, Or How Much Time Was Spent In His Education, And Knows Nothing About Letters At All.

As God Illumines All People Equally With The Light Of The Sun, So Do Those Who Desire To Imitate God Let Shine An Equal Ray Of Love On All People. For Wherever Love Disappears, Hatred Immediately Appears In Its Place. And If God Is Love, Then Hatred Is The Devil. Therefore As One Who Has Love Has God Within Himself, So He Who Has Hatred Within Himself Nurtures The Devil Within Himself.

When You Have Become God's In The Measure He Desires, Then He Himself Will Bestow You Upon Others; Unless, To Your Greater Glory, He Chooses To Keep You All To Himself.

Men Whose Sense Of Taste Is Destroyed By Sickness, Sometimes Think Honey Sour. A Diseased Eye Does Not See Many Things Which Do Exist, And Notes Many Things Which Do Not Exist. The Same Thing Frequently Takes Place With Regard To The Force Of Words, When The Critic Is Inferior To The Writer.