Poor Conceited Humanity! Interpreters Of God Indeed.

Hope Is Tenacious. It Goes On Living And Working When Science Has Dealt It What Should Be Its Deathblow.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Ah Me, When His Wing Is Bruised And His Bosom Sore,- When He Beats His Bars And Would Be Free; It Is Not A Carol Of Joy Or Glee, But A Prayer That He Sends From His Heart's Deep Core, But A Plea, That Upward To Heaven He Flings- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!

..we Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies, It Hides Our Cheeks And Shades Our Eyes- This Debt We Pay To Human Guile; With Torn And Bleeding Hearts We Smile.

Washington Is The City Where The Big Men Of Little Towns Come To Be Disillusioned

Slight Was The Thing I Bought, Small Was The Debt I Thought, Poor Was The Loan At Best - God! But The Interest!