Aspiration Sees Only One Side Of Every

What A Sense Of Security In An Old Book Which Time Has Criticized For Us!

The Holy Supper Is Kept, Indeed, In Whatso We Share With Anothers Need; Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare; Who Gives Himself With His Alms Feeds Three, Himself, His Hungering Neighbor, And Me.

If God Made Poets For Anything, It Was To Keep Alive The Traditions Of The Pure, The Holy, And The Beautiful.

God'll Send The Bill To You.

No Mud Can Soil Us But The Mud We Throw.