One Idea Lights A Thousand Candles.

Nature Is Too Thin A Screen; The Glory Of The Omnipresent God Bursts Through Everywhere

What Is There Of The Divine In A Load Of Brick? What ... In A Barber Shop? ... Much. All.

Sometimes A Scream Is Better Than A Thesis.

Love Is The Essence Of God.

Great Is The Art, Great Be The Manners, Of The Bard. He Shall Not His Brain Encumber With The Coil Of Rhythm And Number; But, Leaving Rule And Pale Forethought, He Shall Aye Climb For His Rhyme. "pass In, Pass In," The Angels Say