If You Buy The Why, The How

Faith Makes Blessed. Consequently It Lies.

In Art The End Does Not Sanctify The Means: But Sacred Means Employed Here Can Sanctify The End.

Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me At Home; Blue Are My Hands With His Friendly Handshaking

Unconsciously We Seek The Principles And Opinions Which Are Suited To Our Temperament, So That At Last It Seems As If These Principles And Opinions Had Formed Our Character And Given It Support And Stability.

It Says Nothing Against The Ripeness Of A Spirit That It Has A Few Worms.