Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

You Cannot Have Liberty In This World Without What You Call Moral Virtue, And You Cannot Have Moral Virtue Without The Slavery Of That Half Of The Human Race Who Hate What You Call Moral Virtue.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

When The Sun Rises, Do You Not See A Round Disc Of Fire Somewhat Like A Guinea? O No, No, I See An Innumerable Company Of The Heavenly Host Crying Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty.

Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels' Wings!