My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before

Love Grows, Lust Wastes By Enjoyment.

Truth Often Suffers More By The Heat Of Its Defenders Than The Arguments Of Its Opposers.

[tho]ugh Death Be A Dark Passage; It Leads To Immortality, And That Is Recompense Enough For Suffering Of It. And Yet Faith Lights Us, Even Through The Grave....and This Is The Comfort Of The Good, And The Grave Cannot Hold Them, And They Live As They Die. For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.

O Lord, Help Me Not To Despise Or Oppose What I Do Not Understand.

Hasty Resolutions Are Of The Nature Of Vows, And To Be Equally Avoided.