If You Understood Him, It Would Not

It Is The Function Of Perfection To Make One Know One's Imperfection.

A Young Man Had Become Possessed By A Devil. The Thing Within Him Burst Into Loud Lamentation And Departed From The Man. At Once The Youth's Eye Fell Out On His Cheek, And The Whole Of The Pupil Which Had Been Black Became White.

He Who Created Us Without Our Help Will Not Save Us Without Our Consent.

Other Sins Find Their Vent In The Accomplishment Of Evil Deeds, Whereas Pride Lies In Wait For Good Deeds, To Destroy Them.

The Law Is Not In Fault, But Our Evil And Wicked Nature; Even As A Heap Of Lime Is Still And Quiet Until Water Is Poured On It, But Then It Begins To Smoke And Burn, Not From The Fault Of The Water, But From The Nature Of The Lime, Which Will Not Endure It.