When I Was A Child

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, A Bulwark Never Failing; Our Helper He, Amid The Flood Of Mortal Ills Prevailing: For Still Our Ancient Foe Doth Seek To Work Us Woe; His Craft And Power Are Great, And, Armed With Cruel Hate, On Earth Is Not His Equal.

The Devil Can So Completely Assume The Human Form, When He Wants To Deceive Us, That We May Well Lie With What Seems To Be A Woman, Of Real Flesh And Blood, And Yet All The While 'tis Only The Devil In The Shape Of A Woman. 'tis The Same With Women, Who May Think That A Man Is In Bed With Them, Yet 'tis Only The Devil; And...the Result Of This Connection Is Oftentimes An Imp Of Darkness, Half Mortal, Half Devil.

The Bible Is The Cradle Wherein Christ Is Laid.

The Quest For Glory Can Never Be Satisfied, It Must Be Extinguished.

Reason Is The Greatest Enemy That Faith Has; It Never Comes To The Aid Of Spiritual Things, But More Frequently Than Not Struggles Against The Divine Word, Treating With Contempt All That Emanates From God.