Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In

In Vain We Build The City If We Do Not First Build The Man.

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted

Choices Are The Hinges Of Destiny.

Bowed By The Weight Of Centuries He Leans Upon His Hoe And Gazes On The Ground, The Emptiness Of Ages In His Face, And On His Back The Burden Of The World.

No Soul Can Be Forever Banned, Eternally Bereft, Whoever Falls From God's Right Hand Is Caught Into His Left.