Graves They Say Are Warm'd By Glory;

Great Genius Takes Shape By Contact With Another Great Genius, But Less By Assimilation Than By Friction.

This Was But A Prelude; Where Books Are Burnt Human-beings Will Be Burnt In The End

Jews Who Long Have Drifted From The Faith Of Their Fathers... Are Stirred In Their Inmost Parts When The Old, Familiar Passover Sounds Chance To Fall Upon Their Ears.

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

I Fell Asleep Reading A Dull Book And Dreamed I Kept On Reading, So I Awoke From Sheer Boredom.