I Was Angry With My Friend: I

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.

Struggling In My Father's Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother's Breast.

Fun I Love, But Too Much Fun Is Of All Things The Most Loathsome. Mirth Is Better Than Fun, And Happiness Is Better Than Mirth.

You Become What You Behold.

A Musician, An Artist, An Architect: The Man Or Woman Who Is Not One Of These Is Not A Christian.