Our Prayers Are Prophets.

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

Who Loses A Day Loses Life.

The Right Eloquence Needs No Bell To Call The People Together, And No Constable To Keep Them.

If The Red Slayer Think He Slays, Or If The Slain Think He Is Slain, They Know Not Well The Subtle Ways, I Keep And Pass And Turn Again.

Every Person Has His Or Her Own Vocation-talent Is The Call.