A priest at ten thousand a year is a monument erected over the grave of Christianity.
The cry of the child for bread reaches further into the universe than peans sung to kings.
When Eve was created nature must have cried 'no,' for ever since woman has continued to repeat the word.
The rich go about the world on stilts, lest the poor should touch the hems of their garments. They are so so high in the air that they gather no perfume from the wild flowers blooming by the wayside.
The hand of Justice has lost its thumb and forefinger.