Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let

Joy Is A Flame Which Association Alone Can Keep Alive, And Which Goes Out Unless Communicated.

A Conscience Without God Is Like A Court Without A Judge.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?

The Founder Of Twenty Terrestrial Empires And Of O­ne Spiritual Empire, That Is Muhammed. As Regards All Standards By Which Human Greatness May Be Measured, We May Well Ask, Is There Any Man Greater Than He?

Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great Minds.