British Physician, West African Countries And Peoples

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

It Is True That We Are Made Of Dust. And The World Is Also Made Of Dust. But The Dust Has Motes Rising.

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

It Is Absolutely Certain That God Does Exist.

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.