Those Who Claim To Have Had Happy

Animals Do Not Betray; They Do Not Exploit; They Do Not Oppress; They Do Not Enslave; They Do Not Sin. They Have Their Being, And Their Being Is Honest, And Who Can Say This Of Man?

I Am The Skeptic Of Skeptics.

Learning Should Be A Joy And Full Of Excitement. It Is Life's Greatest Adventure; It Is An Illustrated Excursion Into The Minds Of The Noble And The Learned.

Saints Rarely Have Friends; They Are Usually Hated And Derided, For They Love And Love Is Always Rejected By Hard-hearted Men....saints Do Not Advertise Themselves; Good Men Do Not Seek Out A Name In The World....the Saints Did What They Did Almost In Stealth, Asking Nothing Except That Men Love God.

Man Was The Outlaw, The Rebel, The Distorted Shape That Scarred The Earth, The Voice That Silenced The Music Of Eden, The Hand That Raised Up Obscenities And Blasphemies. Man Was The Pariah-dog, The Moral Leper In This Translucent Mirror Of Heaven. He Was The Muddier Of Crystal Waters, The Despoiler Of Forests, The Murderer Of The Innocent, The Challenger Against God. He Was The Assassin Of The Saints And The Prophets, For They Spoke Of What He Would Not Hear, In The Darkness Of His Spirit!