The Truth May Hurt, But Love Helps

The Church Must Be The Critic And Guide Of The State, And Never Its Tool.

We Are Faced With The Fact, My Friends, That Tomorrow Is Today. Procrastination Is Still The Thief Of Time. Over The Bleached Bones And Jumbled Residues Of Numerous Civilizations Are Written The Pathetic Words ‘too Late’.

Returning Hate For Hate Multiplies Hate.

When Evil Men Burn And Bomb, Good Men Must Build And Bind.

Too Unconcerned To Love And Too Passionless To Hate, Too Detached To Be Selfish And Too Lifeless To Be Unselfish, Too Indifferent To Experience Joy And Too Cold To Express Sorrow, They Are Neither Dead Nor Alive; They Merely Exist.