The Soviet Union Is Like The Cross

The Life Of Each And Every One Of Us Has Been Written. The Crucifix Is My Autobiography. The Blood Is The Ink. The Nails The Pen. The Skin The Parchment. On Every Line Of That Body I Can Trace My Life. In The Crown Of Thorns I Can Read My Pride. In The Hands That Are Dug With Nails, I Can Read Avarice And Greed. In The Flesh Hanging From Him Like Purple Rags, I Can Read My Lust. In Feet That Are Fettered, I Can Find The Times That I Ran Away And Would Not Let Him Follow. Any Sin That You Can Think Of Is Written There.

Wars Come From Egotism And Selfishness. Every Macrocosmic Or World War Has Its Origin In Microcosmic Wars Going On Inside Millions And Millions Of Individuals.

If We Had Intellectual Vigour Enough To Ascend From Effects To Causes, We Would Explain Political, Economical And Social Phenomena Less By Credit Sheets, Balance Of Trade And Reparations Than By Our Attitude Towards God.

A Democracy Flirts With The Danger Of Becoming A Slave In Direct Ratio To The Numbers Of Its Citizens Who Work, But Do Not Own / Or Who Own, But Do Not Work; Or Who Distribute, As Politicians Do, But Do Not Produce. The Danger Of The "slave State" Disappears In Ratio To The Numbers Of People Who Own Property And Admit Its Attendant Responsibilities Under God. They Can Call Their Souls Their Own Because They Own And Administer Something Other Than Their Souls. Thus They Are Free.

Many Married Women Who Have Deliberately Spurned The "hour" Of Childbearing Are Unhappy And Frustrated. They Never Discovered The Joys Of Marriage Because They Refused To Surrender To The Obligation Of Their State. In Saving Themselves, They Lost Themselves!