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Since Love First Made The Breast An Instrument Of Fierce Lamenting, By Its Flame My Heart Was Molten To A Mirror, Like A Rose I Pluck My Breast Apart, That I May Hang This Mirror In Your Sight.

From Your Past Emerges The Present, And From The Present Is Born Your Future.

It Is The Lot Of Man To Share In The Deeper Aspirations Of The Universe Around Him And To Share His Own Destiny As Well As That Of The Universe, Now By Adjusting Himself To Its Forces, Now By Putting The Whole Of His Energy To His Own Ends And Purposes.

God Is Not A Dead Equation!

I Tell You The Sign Of A Believer; When Death Comes, There Is A Smile On His Lips