A Child Is An Angel Dependent On

Man's Destructive Hand Spares Nothing That Lives; He Kills To Feed Himself, He Kills To Clothe Himself, He Kills To Adorn Himself, He Kills To Attack, He Kills To Defend Himself, He Kills To Instruct Himself, He Kills To Amuse Himself, He Kills For The Sake Of Killing.

In The Whole Vast Dome Of Living Nature There Reigns An Open Violence, A Kind Of Prescriptive Fury Which Arms All The Creatures To Their Common Doom: As Soon As You Leave The Inanimate Kingdom You Find The Decree Of Violent Death Inscribed On The Very Frontiers Of Life.

It Is One Of Man's Curious Idiosyncrasies To Create Difficulties For The Pleasure Of Resolving Them.

Reason Speaks In Words Alone, But Love Has A Song.

We Are Tainted By Modern Philosophy Which Has Taught Us That All Is Good, Whereas Evil Has Polluted Everything And In A Very Real Sense All Is Evil, Since Nothing Is In Its Proper Place.