Oh, Beauty, Ever Ancient And Ever New.

We Make Ourselves A Ladder Out Of Our Vices If We Trample The Vices Themselves Underfoot.

We Are And We Know We Are And We Love To Be It And Know It.

Since Love Grows Within You, So Beauty Grows. For Love Is The Beauty Of The Soul.

I Thought That Continence Was A Matter Of Our Own Strength, And I Knew That I Had Not The Strength: For In My Utter Foolishness I Did Not Know The Word Of Your Scripture That None Can Be Continent Unless You Give It.

God Judged It Better To Bring Good Out Of Evil Than To Suffer No Evil To Exist.