For He (god) Seems To Do Nothing

A Blessed Spirit Is A Mould Ever More And More Patient Of The Bright Metal Poured Into It, A Body Ever More Completely Uncovered To The Meridian Blaze Of The Spiritual Sun.

I Was Not Born To Be Free---i Was Born To Adore And Obey.

If Devils Exist, Their First Aim Is To Give You An Anesthetic -- To Put You Off Your Guard. Only If That Fails, Do You Become Aware Of Them.

In Our Adversity, God Shouts To Us.

I Don't Want To Hold You Hand!