Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

Until We Are All Free, We Are None Of Us Free.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

The Little And The Great Are Joined In One By God's Great Force. The Wondrous Golden Sun Is Linked Unto The Glow-worm's Tiny Spark; The Eagle Soars To Heaven In His Flight; And In Those Realms Of Space, All Bathed In Light, Soar None Except The Eagle And The Lark.

Jews Are The Intensive Form Of Any Nationality Whose Language And Customs They Adopt.

The Soul, At Peace, Reflects The Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning's Transient Shower.