Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees The Need, Already Sets His Spirit To Refuse It.

Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World To Its Babblings.

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?

Your Fame Is As The Grass, Whose Hue Comes And Goes, And His Might Withers It By Whose Power It Sprang From The Lap Of The Earth.

He Listens Well Who Takes Notes.