For The Preservation Of Chastity, An Empty

For All Riches Come From Iniquity, And Unless One Were To Lose Another Could Not Gain. Hence The Common Adage Seems To Me To Be Very True: The Rich Man Is Unjust Or The Heir Of An Unjust One.

Music To Me Is A Voice, My Voice, It's My Way Of Expressing What Colours Can I Bring In, What Emotions, What Feel. What Ideas Can I Bring Out From These Instruments That Would Make This Song Come Alive.

A Vice In The Heart Is An Idol On The Altar.

He Is Rich Enough Who Does Not Want Bread.

Do Not Marvel At The Novelty Of The Thing, If A Virgin Gives Birth To God.