If I Thought I Could Win One

Secular Music, Do You Say, Belongs To The Devil? Does It? Well, If It Did I Would Plunder Him For It, For He Has No Right To A Single Note Of The Whole Seven. Every Note, And Every Strain, And Every Harmony Is Divine, And Belongs To Us.

There Are Different Kinds Of Fire; There Is False Fire. No One Knows This Better Than We Do, But We Are Not Such Fools As To Refuse Good Bank Notes Because There Are False Ones In Circulation; And Although We See Here And There Manifestations Of What Appears To Us To Be Nothing More Than Mere Earthly Fire, We None The Less Prize And Value, And Seek For The Genuine Fire Which Comes From The Altar Of The Lord.

... You Cannot Make A Man Clean [simply] By Washing His Shirt.

It Is Against Stupidity In Every Shape And Form That We Have To Wage Our Eternal Battle. But How Can We Wonder At The Want Of Sense On The Part Of Those Who Have Had No Advantages, When We See Such Plentiful Absence Of That Commodity On The Part Of Those Who Have Had All The Advantages?

Don't Instill, Or Allow Anybody Else To Instill Into The Hearts Of Your Girls The Idea That Marriage Is The Chief End Of Life. If You Do, Don't Be Surprised If They Get Engaged To The First Empty, Useless Fool They Come Across.