Christianity Has Ever Been The Enemy Of

It Is A Kind Of Blindness--poverty. We Can Only Grope Through Life When We Are Poor, Hitting And Maiming Ourselves Against Every Angle.

The Heart Of Silver Falls Ever Into The Hands Of Brass. The Sensitive Herb Is Eaten As Grass By The Swine.

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.

Excess Always Carries It's Own Retributions.

Age Is Nothing But Death That Is Conscious.