Heaven Grant Us Patience With

Favouritism Governed Kissage, Even As It Does In This Age.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.

A Man's Mind Is Wont To Tell Him More Than Seven Watchmen Sitting In A Tower.

There Is No Harm In A Man's Cub.

And No One Shall Work For Money, And No One Shall Work For Fame, But Each For The Joy Of The Working, And Each, In His Separate Star, Shall Draw The Thing As He Sees It For The God Of Things As They Are!