No Good Water Comes From A Muddy

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.

She Was White, Perhaps Too White. Her Eyes, Which Were Almost Always Cast Down, When She Raised Them Testified To The Purest Of Souls, And When She Smiled, Revealing Her Small, White Teeth, One Might Be Tempted To Say That A Rose Is Merely A Plant, And Ivory Just An Elephant's Tusk.

No One Has A Monopoly Of The True God, Nor Is There A Nation Or Religion That Can Claim, Or At Any Rate Prove, That It Has Been Given The Exclusive Right To The Creator Or Sole Knowledge Of His Being.

What Is Death To Me? I Have Sown The Seeds Others Will Reap.

It Is Enough For The Evil People To Succeed, For The Good People To Do Nothing.