From Your Past Emerges The Present, And

I Tell You The Sign Of A Believer; When Death Comes, There Is A Smile On His Lips

It Is The Lot Of Man To Share In The Deeper Aspirations Of The Universe Around Him And To Share His Own Destiny As Well As That Of The Universe, Now By Adjusting Himself To Its Forces, Now By Putting The Whole Of His Energy To His Own Ends And Purposes.

I Tell The Truth: Your Enemy Is Also Your Friend-his Presence Makes Your Life Fuller And Richer.

If The Object Of Poetry Is, To Make Men, Then Poetry Is The Heir Of Prophecy.

When Truth Has No Burning, Then It Is Philosophy, When It Gets Burning From The Heart, It Becomes Poetry.