Oh Fair, Oh Sweet And Holy As

Reform Judaism Is Like Mock Turtle Soup-turtle Soup Without The Turtle

In The Image Of The Lion Made He Kittens Small And Curious.

But A Day Must Come When The Fire Of Youth Will Be Quenched In My Veins, When Winter Will Dwell In My Heart, When His Snow Flakes Will Whiten My Locks, And His Mists Will Dim My Eyes. Then My Friends Will Lie In Their Lonely Grave, And I Alone Will Remain Like A Solitary Stalk Forgotten By The Reaper.

The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Discovered.

You Cannot Feed The Hungry On Statistics.