The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.

I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.

I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!

Work up imagination to the state of vision.