Oh, Could We Lift The

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

Application Is The Price To Be Paid For Mental Acquisition. To Have The Harvest, We Must Sow The Seed.

Art Is A Man's Nature; Nature Is God's Art.