Some Will Say, Is Not God Alone

What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.

Christ's Crucifix Shall Be Made An Excuse For Executing Criminals.

Why Stand We Here Trembling Around, Calling On God For Help, And Not Ourselves, In Whom God Dwells?

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit Accomplishes All Through Me.