Mercy More Becomes A Magistrate Than The

Art Is Long, And Time Is Fleeting.

A Handful Of Red Sand From The Hot Clime Of Arab Deserts Brought, Within This Glass Becomes The Spy Of Time, The Minister Of Thought.

No Action, Whether Foul Or Fair, Is Ever Done, But It Leaves Somewhere A Record, Written By Fingers Ghostly, As A Blessing Or A Curse, And Mostly In The Greater Weakness Or Greater Strength Of The Acts Which Follow It.

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

Life Is The Gift Of God, And Is Divine.