Still Ours The Dance, The Feast, The

Still Ours The Dance, The Feast, The Glorious Psalm, The Mystic Lights Of Emblem, And The Word.

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

The Jewish Problem Is As Old As History, And Assumes In Each Age A New Form. The Life Or Death Of Millions Of Human Beings Hangs Upon Its Solution; Its Agitation Revives The Fiercest Passions For Good And For Evil That Inflame The Human Breast.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

My Own Curiosity And Interest Are Insatiable.