I Was Born 'neath A Clouded Star.

It Is Not Good For Beauty That It Should Be A Profession.

He Is Coming Like The Glory Of The Morning On The Wave, He Is Wisdom To The Mighty, He Is Succour To The Brave, So The World Shall Be His Footstool, And The Soul Of Time His Slave, Our God Is Marching On.

Beneath All Differences Of Doctrine Or Discipline There Exists A Fundamental Agreement As To The Simple, Absolute Essentials In Religion.

When I See The Elaborate Study And Ingenuity Displayed By Women In The Pursuit Of Trifles, I Feel No Doubt Of Their Capacity For The Most Herculean Undertakings.

Theology In General Seems To Me A Substitution Of Human Ingenuity For Divine Wisdom.