The Value Of A Thought Cannot Be

Let Us Think Less Of Men And More Of God.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.