Baloney Is Flattery Laid On So Thick

All Love Craves Unity.

If We Wish To Have The Light, We Must Keep The Sun; If We Wish To Keep Our Forests We Must Keep Our Trees; If We Wish To Keep Our Perfumes, We Must Keep Our Flowers- And If We Wish To Keep Our Rights, Then We Must Keep Our God.

The World Would Hate His Followers, Not Because Of Evil In Their Lives, But Precisely Because Of The Absence Of Evil Or Rather Their Goodness. Goodness Does Not Cause Hatred, But It Gives Occasion For Hatred To Manifest Itself. The Holier And Purer A Life, The More It Would Attract Malignity And Hate. Mediocrity Alone Survives.

Whenever Man Attempts To Do What He Knows To Be The Master's Will, A Power Will Be Given Him Equal To The Duty.

The Life Of Each And Every One Of Us Has Been Written. The Crucifix Is My Autobiography. The Blood Is The Ink. The Nails The Pen. The Skin The Parchment. On Every Line Of That Body I Can Trace My Life. In The Crown Of Thorns I Can Read My Pride. In The Hands That Are Dug With Nails, I Can Read Avarice And Greed. In The Flesh Hanging From Him Like Purple Rags, I Can Read My Lust. In Feet That Are Fettered, I Can Find The Times That I Ran Away And Would Not Let Him Follow. Any Sin That You Can Think Of Is Written There.