Cry, The Beloved Country, For The Unborn

Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

I Have Always Found That Actively Loving Saves One From A Morbid Preoccupation With The Shortcomings Of Society.

Forgive Us All, For We All Have Trespasses.

There Are Voices Crying What Must Be Done, A Hundred, A Thousand Voices. But What Do They Help If One Seeks For Counsel, For One Cries This, And One Cries That, And Another Cries Something That Is Neither This Nor That.

But Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. For Fear Impoverishes Always, While Sorrow May Enrich.