A Minute Of Success Pays For Years

You Call For Faith: I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists. The More Of Doubt, The Stronger Faith, I Say, If Faith O'ercomes Doubt.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.