He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees

Nature Is The Art Of God.

Nothing Which Is Harmonized By The Bond Of The Muse Can Be Changed From Its Own To Another Language Without Destroying Its Sweetness

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.

I Saw A Point That Shone With Light So Keen, The Eye That Sees It Cannot Bear Its Blazing; The Star That Is For Us The Smallest One Would Seem A Moon If Placed Beside This Point.

He Who Know Most Grieves Most For Wasted Time.