The Miser, Poor Fool, Not Only Starves

Man Is The Jewel Of God, Who Has Created This Material World To Keep His Treasure In.

The Whole Sum And Substance Of Human History May Be Reduced To This Maxim: That When Man Departs From The Divine Means Of Reaching The Divine End, He Suffers Harm And Loss.

You May Not, Cannot, Appropriate Beauty. It Is The Wealth Of The Eye, And A Cat May Gaze Upon A King.

Did Not Jesus Say, Resist Not Evil — With Evil? Is Not War The Worst Form Of That Evil.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.