There Is One Kind Of

Men Will Risk Their Lives, Even Die For Ribbons.

The Most Difficult Art Is Not In The Choice Of Men, But In Giving To The Men Chosen The Highest Service Of Which They Are Capable.

I Am Surrounded By Priests Who Repeat Incessantly That Their Kingdom Is Not Of This World, And Yet They Lay Their Hands On Everything They Can Get.

The Extent Of Your Consciousness Is Limited Only By Your Ability To Love And To Embrace With Your Love The Space Around You, And All It Contains.

The Contagion Of Crime Is Like That Of The Plague. Criminals Collected Together Corrupt Each Other. They Are Worse Than Ever When, At The Termination Of Their Punishment, They Return To Society.