The Present Is The Living Sum-total Of

Not One False Man But Doth Uncountable Evil.

Song Is The Heroics Of Speech.

All Human Souls, Never So Bedarkened, Love Light; Light Once Kindled Spreads Till All Is Luminous.

The Deepest Depth Of Vulgarism Is That Of Setting Up Money As The Ark Of The Covenant.

A Background Of Wrath, Which Can Be Stirred Up To The Murderous Infernal Pitch, Does Lie In Every Man.