It Was A Shameful Thing That She

Burton, Though An Infidel, Made It His Business To Investigate Thoroughly Every Religion. Know A Man's Faith , And You Knew At Least Half The Man. Know His Wife, And You Knew The Other Half.

Burton Sighed, Laughed Loudly, And Said, "plus ça Change, Plus C'est La Même Chose." Another Fairy Tale To Give Men Hope . The Old Religions Have Been Discredited Although Some Refuse To Face Even That Fact So New Ones Must Be Invented.

Resurrection, Like Politics, Makes Strange Bedfellows.

One Thing Is Sure, O Comrades, That The Love That Fights To Keep Us Rooted In The Earth, But Also Urges Us To Dare The Stars, This Irresistible, This Ancient Power Wedged In The Soul, Unshakable, Is The Light That Burns Our Roots And Leaves Us Free For Space.

Sawbeaked Epitome Of Bodiless Idea, Tossed By Gusts Of Ether, Dive Through Abstract Mists And Raid The Sea Of Fact Eat Rich Strange Fish, Grow Long Bright Feathers, Press Form's Flesh Around Thought's Rib, And So Derive From The Act Of Beauty, Beauty Of The Act.