The Sea Appears All Golden. Beneath The

Like A Great Poet, Nature Knows How To Produce The Greatest Effects With The Most Limited Means.

What Christian Love Cannot Do Is Effected By A Common Hatred.

God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job." Heine Said This On His Deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He Must Have Thought That Up Years Before And Counted The Seconds To Use It.

The Fountain Of Love Is The Rose And The Lily, The Sun And The Dove.

The Foolish Race Of Mankind Are Swarming Below In The Night; They Shriek And Rage And Quarrel - And All Of Them Are Right.