The Heresy Of One Age Becomes The

Often We Look So Long At The Closed Door That We Do Not See The One That Has Been Opened For Us.

History Is A Record Of The Incessant Struggle Of Humanity Against Ignorance And Oppression.

I Can See In What You Call The Dark, But Which To Me Is Golden.

Joy Is The Holy Fire That Keeps Our Purpose Warm And Our Intelligence Aglow.

Not The Senses I Have But What I Do With Them Is My Kingdom.