God, Who Needs Nothing, Loves Into Existence

How Incessant And Great Are The Ills With Which A Prolonged Old Age Is Replete.

Music. A Meaningless Acceleration In The Rhythm Of Celestial Experience.

A Tyrannous And Gluttonous Demand For Affection Can Be A Horrible Thing. But In Ordinary Life No One Calls A Child Selfish Because It Turns For Comfort To Its Mother; Nor An Adult Who Turns To His Fellow "for Company." Those, Whether Children Or Adults, Who Do So Least Are Not Usually The Most Selfless.

Every Uncorrected Error And Unrepented Sin Is, In Its Own Right, A Fountain Of Fresh Error And Fresh Sin Flowing On To The End Of Time.

No Man Who Says, 'i'm As Good As You,' Believes It. He Would Not Say It If He Did.