I Wash My Hands Of

Remember, One Just Man Causes The Devil Greater Affliction Than A Million Blind Believers.

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

Often Times I Have Hated In Self-defense; If I Were Stronger I Would Not Have Used Such A Weapon.

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.

God Made Truth With Many Doors To Welcome Every Believer Who Knocks On Them.