Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand With a grip that kills it.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted. ~ 28

If fallacies come knocking at my door, I'd rather feed, and shelter full a score, Than hide behind the black portcullis, doubt, And run the risk of barring one…

When we believe ourselves in possession of the only truth, we are likely to be indifferent to common everyday truths.

Wir sein pettler. Hoc est verum.