Oh, I'm A Dangerous Criminal, I Am,'

Badness Is Only Spoiled Goodness.

Feeling Like The Voice She Liked Best In All The World Was Calling Her Name.

No Natural Feelings Are High Or Low, Holy Or Unholy, In Themselves. They Are All Holy When God's Hand Is On The Rein. They All Go Bad When They Set Up On Their Own And Make Themselves Into False Gods.

Each Day We Are Becoming A Creature Of Splendid Glory Or One Of Unthinkable Horror.

The Only Moral That Is Of Any Value Is That Which Arises Inevitably From The Whole Cast Of The Author's Mind.