It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on eac >>
Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word! >>
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression >>
Conscience was the barmaid of the Victorian soul. Recognizing that hum >>
Conscience is the dog that can't bite, but never stops barking. >>
Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience. >>
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.