If You Fight You Might Lose, If

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

We Often Do Not Know Ourselves The Grounds On Which We Act, Though Plain To Others.

The Righteous One Has No Sense Of Humor.

The Aim Of Science Is Not To Open The Door To Infinite Wisdom, But To Set A Limit To Infinite Error.

Temptation To Behave Is Terrible.