Faith Hasn't Got No Eyes, But She's

I Am Her Friend, And Her Tongue Is In My Mouth. I Can Speak Her Sentiments For Her, Though Ethel Waters Can Do Very Well Indeed In Speaking For Herself.

Every Morning The World Flung Itself Over And Exposed The Town To The Sun.

Why Fear? The Stuff Of My Being Is Matter, Ever Changing, Ever Moving, But Never Lost; So What Need Of Denominations And Creeds To Deny Myself The Comfort Of All My Fellow Men? The Wide Belt Of The Universe Has No Need For Finger-rings. I Am One With The Infinite And Need No Other Assurance.

Love Makes Your Soul Crawl Out From Its Hiding Place.

Perhaps Love Is A Compelling Necessity Imposed On Man By God That Has Something To Do With Suffering