'he Is Very Ugly,' Said His Mother.

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

Corrupt Citizens Breed Corrupt Rulers, And It Is The Mob Who Finally Decides When Virtue Shall Die.

In Sleep, You Are Safe From The Revolting Mechanics Of Living And Being A Prey To Outrageous Fortune.

Saints Rarely Have Friends; They Are Usually Hated And Derided, For They Love And Love Is Always Rejected By Hard-hearted Men....saints Do Not Advertise Themselves; Good Men Do Not Seek Out A Name In The World....the Saints Did What They Did Almost In Stealth, Asking Nothing Except That Men Love God.

The American Insanity For Loving Everybody Is Ruining My Good Temper And Delivering My Stomach To Enormous Bouts With Acidity.