“The organized charity, scrimped and iced, in the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.”
“''You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?'' Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!”
“The organized charity, scrimped and iced, in the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.”
“''You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?'' Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!”