God Became Man, Granted. The Devil Became

Short As Life Is, We Make It Still Shorter By The Careless Waste Of Time.

The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley: It Is A Thoroughfare. It Closes On The Twilight. It Opens On The Dawn.

It Is Only Barbarous Nations Who Have A Sudden Growth After A Victory

But Alas, If I Have Not Maintained My Victory, It Is God's Fault For Not Making Man And The Devil Of Equal Strength.

Large, Heavy, Ragged Black Clouds Hung Like Crape Hammocks Beneath The Starry Cope Of The Night. You Would Have Said That They Were The Cobwebs Of The Firmament.