Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

A Handful Of Red Sand From The Hot Clime Of Arab Deserts Brought, Within This Glass Becomes The Spy Of Time, The Minister Of Thought.

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory.

Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

How Can I Teach Your Children Gentleness And Mercy To The Weak, And Reverence For Life, Which In Its Nakedness And Excess, Is Still A Gleam Of God's Omnipotence, When By Your Laws, Your Actions And Your Speech, You Contradict The Very Things I Teach?

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.