To Get Even Near Humility, Even For

Youth And Age Touch Only The Surface Of Our Lives.

We Were Made Not Primarily That We May Love God, But That God May Love Us.

That Thing Is Freedom: The Gift Whereby Ye Most Resemble Your Maker And Are Yourselves Part Of Eternal Reality.

And All The Time - Such Is The Tragic Comedy Of Our Situation - We Continue To Clamor For Those Very Qualities We Are Rendering Impossible. We Make Men Without Chests And Expect Of Them Virtue And Enterprise. We Laugh At Honor And Are Shocked To Find Traitors In Our Midst. We Castrate And Bid The Geldings Be Fruitful.

The Holier A Man Becomes, The More He Mourns Over The Unholiness Which Remains In Him.