On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

Youth Means Love, Vows Can't Change Nature, Priests Are Only Men.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.