I Fear The Vermin That

Choices Are The Hinges Of Destiny.

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted

That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man.

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.

I (god) Will Leave Man To Make The Fateful Guess, Will Leave Him Torn Between The No And Yes, Leave Him Unresting Till He Rests In Me, Drawn Upward By The Choice That Makes Him Free, Leave Him In Tragic Loneliness To Choose, With All In Life To Win Or All To Lose.