We See Past Time In

Stupidity Talks, Vanity Acts.

Sometimes He Used A Spade In His Garden, And Sometimes He Read And Wrote. He Had But One Name For These Two Kinds Of Labor; He Called Them Gardening. ‘the Spirit Is A Garden,’ Said He

Love, Thine Is The Future. Death, I Use Thee, But I Hate Thee. Citizens, There Shall Be In The Future Neither Darkness Nor Thunderbolts; Neither Ferocious Ignorance Nor Blood For Blood.

Between The Government Which Does Evil And The People Who Accept It - There Is A Certain Shameful Solidarity.

To Love Another Person Is To See The Face Of God.