You'll Never Get To Be A Saint

Despair Is Deadly Sin, But Worse, It Is Mortal Folly.

They Sell Courage Of A Sort In The Taverns. And Another Sort, Though Not For Sale, A Man Can Find In The Confessional. Try The Alehouses And The Churches, Hugh. In Either A Man Can Be Quiet And Think.

The Mountains Of Today Are The Molehills Of Tomorrow.

Death, After All, Is The Common Expectation From Birth. Neither Heroes Nor Cowards Can Escape It.

Truth, Like The Burgeoning Of A Bulb Under The Soil, However Deeply Sown, Will Make Its Way To The Light.