His Face Was Filled With Broken Commandments.

Success Is The Brand On The Brow Of The Man Who Aimed Too Low.

On The Long Dusty Ribbon Of The Long City Street, The Pageant Of Life Is Passing Me On Multitudinous Feet, With A Word Here Of The Hills, And A Song There Of The Sea And-the Great Movement Changes-the Pageant Passes Me.

His Face Was Filled With Broken Commandments.

Love Is A Flame To Burn Out Human Wills, Love Is A Flame To Set The Will On Fire, Love Is A Flame To Cheat Men Into Mire.

Humans Consist Of Body, Mind And Imagination. Our Bodies Are Faulty, Our Minds Untrustworthy, But Our Imagination Has Made Us Remarkable.