Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

And Really Bad Eggs

"No clever arrangement of bad eggs will ever make a good omelette." (C.S. Lewis)

Nothing comes out of a man's physical body which is either pleasing to look at or pleasing to smell. Likewise, there is nothing that comes out of a man's heart which is pleasing to God for salvation.

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