To Kill A Human Being

I Could Come Back To America..to Die..but Never, Never To Live.

He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing And Sputtering In His Own Grease.

It Takes A Great Deal Of History To Produce A Little Literature.

God's Creature Is One. He Makes Man, Not Men. His True Creature Is Unitary And Infinite, Revealing Himself, Indeed, In Every Finite Form, But Compromised By None.

When I Am Wicked I Am In High Spirits.