You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

I don't like my hands tied. I am in misery. What did I say I am?

A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other.

Every sin is the result of collaboration

Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.