The Human Race Is In The Best

The Whole Universe Is But The Footprint Of The Divine Goodness.

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

No Man May Be So Cursed By Priest Or Pope But What The Eternal Love May Still Return While Any Thread Of Green Lives On In Hope.

Perceive Ye Not That We Are Worms, Designed To Form The Angelic Butterfly, That Goes To Judgment, Leaving All Defence Behind? Why Doth Your Mind Take Such Exalted Pose, Since Ye, Disabled, Are As Insects, Mean As Worm Which Never Transformation Knows?

In His Will, Our Peace.