But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh. |
Contrary to general opinion, women are not so sentimental as men, but are much more hardheaded. |
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses. |
Learning should be a joy and full of excitement. It is life's greatest adventure; it is an illustrated excursion into the minds of the noble and the learned. |
There will be no peace in the tormented world, only a programmed and systematic series of wars and calamities-until the plotters have gained their objective: an exhausted world willing to submit to a PLANNED Marxist economy and total and meek ENSLAVEMENT-in the name of PEACE. |