We Must Not Tamper With The Organic

A Divine Person Is The Prophecy Of The Mind; A Friend Is The Hope Of The Heart.

That Which We Do Not Believe, We Cannot Adequately Say; Even Though We May Repeat The Words Ever So Often.

All Vigor Is Contagious.

The Soul Is Not Born; It Does Not Die; It Was Not Produced From Anyone… Unborn, Eternal, It Is Not Slain, Though The Body Is Slain.

Go Oft To The House Of Thy Friend, For Weeds Choke The Unused Path.