Wherever Books Are Burned, Human

The Spring's Already At The Gate With Looks My Care Beguiling; The Country Round Appeareth Straight A Flower-garden Smiling.

As The Stars Are The Glory Of The Sky, So Great Men Are The Glory Of Their Country, Yea, Of The Whole Earth. The Hearts Of Great Men Are The Stars Of Earth; And Doubtless When One Looks Down From Above Upon Our Planet, These Hearts Are Seen To Send Forth, A Silvery Light Just Like The Stars Of Heaven.

God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job.

Silence Is The Essential Condition Of Happiness.

The Beauteous Eyes Of The Spring's Fair Night With Comfort Are Downward Gazing.