A Man's Shortcomings Are Taken From His

Thou Art In The End What Thou Art. Put On Wigs With Millions Of Curls, Set Thy Foot Upon Ell-high Rocks. Thou Abidest Ever--what Thou Art.

Higher Yet And Higher Out Of Clouds And Night, Nearer Yet And Nearer Rising To The Light - Light, Serene And Holy Where My Soul May Rest, Purified And Lowly, Sanctified And Blest.

You Must Be Either The Servant Or The Master, The Hammer Or The Anvil.

Thus One Can Observe That Those Who Proclaim Piety As Their Goal And Purpose Usually Turn Into Hypocrites.

The Hardest Thing Is To See What's Under Your Very Eyes.