Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.
In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing.
Where words leave off, music begins.
Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.
Since the Exodus, freedom has always spoken with a Hebrew accent.
Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.