But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.
I refuse putting from me the best that I am.
The future is no more uncertain than the present.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here
God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.