As For The Demented, I Hold It

We Come To The New Testament, Where Again A Host Of Imperative Verbs Is Mustered In Support Of That Miserable Bondage Of Free-choice, And The Aid Of Carnal Reason With Her Inferences And Similes Is Called In, Just As In A Picture Or A Dream You Might See The King Of The Flies With His Lances Of Straw And Shields Of Hay Arrayed Against A Real And Regular Army Of Seasoned Human Troops. That Is How The Human Dreams Of Diatribe Go To War With The Battalions Of Divine Words.

It Is Impossible To Separate Works From Faith- Yea, Just As Impossible As To Separate Burning And Shining From Fire.

Who Waits Until Circumstances Completely Favor His Undertaking, Will Never Accomplish Anything.

Original Sin Is In Us Like Our Beard. We Are Shaved Today And Look Clean; Tomorrow Our Beard Has Grown Again, Nor Does It Cease Growing While We Remain On Earth. In Like Manner Original Sin Cannot Be Extirpated From Us; It Springs Up In Us As Long As We Live.

The Multitude Of Books Is A Great Evil. There Is No Limit To This Fever For Writing.