The Book Of Job Is Pure Arab

Like One, That On A Lonesome Road Doth Walk In Fear And Dread, And Having Once Turned Round Walks On, And Turns No More His Head; Because He Knows, A Frightful Fiend Doth Close Behind Him Tread.

The First Man Of Science Was He Who Looked Into A Thing, Not To Learn Whether It Furnished Him With Food, Or Shelter, Or Weapons, Or Tools, Armaments, Or Playwiths But Who Sought To Know It For The Gratification Of Knowing.

God Is Everywhere! The God Who Framed Mankind To Be One, Mighty Family, Himself Our Father, And The World Our Home.

That Gracious Thing, Made Up Of Tears And Light.

Happiness Can Be Built Only On Virtue, And Must Of Necessity Have Truth For Its Foundation.