When a man is wrapped up in himself, he makes a pretty small
package.
- John Ruskin
A spirit glided past my face,
And the hair on my body stood on end.
It stopped but I could not tell what it was.
A form stood before my eyes,
And I heard a hushed voice:
"Can a mortal be
more righteous than God ?
Can a man be more
pure than his Maker?"
-Job
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