Religion Was Nearly Dead Because There Was

The Beginnings And Endings Of All Human Undertakings Are Untidy.

It's Not Life That Counts But The Fortitude You Bring Into It.

The Law Is What It Is-a Majestic Edifice, Sheltering All Of Us, Each Stone Of Which Rests On Another.

Headlines Twice The Size Of The Events.

Come! Let Us Lay A Lance In Rest, And Tilt At Windmills Under A Wild Sky! For Who Would Live So Petty And Unblest That Dare Not Tilt At Something Ere He Die; Rather Than, Screened By Safe Majority, Preserve His Little Life To Little End, And Never Raise A Rebel Cry!