There Are Fathers Who Do

There Are No Weeds, And No Worthless Men. There Are Only Bad Farmers.

Years Place At Last A Venerable Crown Upon A Head.

One Drop Of Wine Is Enough To Redden A Whole Glass Of Water.

No Matter Who You Are, The Thought Of So Much Suffering And Degradation Must Cause You To Shudder At The Sight Of A Veil Or Cassock, Those Two Shrouds Of Human Invention.

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.