You Throw The Sand Against The Wind

Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou Know Who Made Thee?

Poetry Fettered, Fetters The Human Race. Nations Are Destroyed Or Flourish In Proportion As Their Poetry, Painting, And Music Are Destroyed Or Flourish.

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.