War Disorganizes, But It Is

A Weed Is A Plant Whose Virtue Is Not Yet Known.

Our Religion Vulgarly Stands On Numbers Of Believers. Whenever The Appeal Is Made--no Matter How Indirectly--to Numbers, Proclamation Is Then And There Made, That Religion Is Not. He That Finds God A Sweet, Enveloping Presence, Who Shall Dare To Come In?

And Yet--it Is Not Beauty That Inspires The Deepest Passion. Beauty Without Grace Is The Hook Without The Bait. Beauty, Without Expression, Tires.

Let Us Be Poised, Wise And Our Own Today.

Wherever A Man Commits A Crime, God Finds A Witness. Every Secret Crime Has Its Reporter.