When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow

Better To Shun The Bait Than Struggle In The Snare.

The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

The Bird A Nest, The Spider A Web, Man Friendship.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

The Atoms Of Democritus And Newton's Particles Of Light Are Sands Upon The Red Sea Shore, Where Israel's Tents Do Shine So Bright.