Man was the outlaw, the rebel, the distorted shape that scarred the earth, the voice that silenced the music of Eden, the hand that raised up obscenities and blasphemies. Man was the pariah-dog, the moral leper in this translucent mirror of Heaven. He was the muddier of crystal waters, the despoiler of forests, the murderer of the innocent, the challenger against God. He was the assassin of the saints and the prophets, for they spoke of what he WOULD NOT HEAR, in the darkness of his spirit!

Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.

My life has been tragic and disastrous since birth.

The arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and assistance to foreign hands should be curtailed, lest Rome fall.

Obscurity can be a fire of ambition in those who have stalwart souls

I have anonymously helped many thousands

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India