What Sort Of God Would It Be,

Marriage Is The Beginning And Pinnacle Of Civilization.

Tomorrow Sees Undone, What Happens Not To-day; Still Forward Press, Nor Never Tire! The Possible, With Steadfast Trust, Resolve Should Be By The Forelock Grasp. Then She Will Ne'er Let Go Her Clasp, And Labors On, Because She Must.

Mysteries Are Not Necessarily Miracles.

God Help Us -- For Art Is Long, And Life So Short.

Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As A Means And End Generally Are Hypocrites.