A Community Receives Light From Its History,

Since Love First Made The Breast An Instrument Of Fierce Lamenting, By Its Flame My Heart Was Molten To A Mirror, Like A Rose I Pluck My Breast Apart, That I May Hang This Mirror In Your Sight.

The Man Of Love Follows The Path Of God-and Shows Affection To Both The Believer And The Nonbe-liever.

Preserve Your History And Become Everlasting; Receive New Life From The Times That Have Gone By.

Everything That Possesses Life Dies If It Has To Live In Uncongenial Surroundings.

The Scientific Observer Of Nature Is A Kind Of Mystic Seeker In The Act Of Prayer.