Time Is A Great Ocean Which, Like

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?

An Artist Should Have More Than Two Eyes.

Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let Us Hurry Up And Enjoy Our Time.

Hence Life, As Through A Cloud, For Me I See Vanish, And To The Past's Dark Shade 'tis Chas'd; As A Grand Image Love Remains To Me-- Sole Remnant Of A Dream, By Morn Effac'd.

Shall Not This Bygone Eden That We Knew In Our Eternal Life Have Shape And Hue? For Where Time Is Not Shall Not All Time Be? In That Calm Breast Whereto Our Souls Are Cleaving Shall We Not Find Our Loved Ones Beyond Grieving About The Hearth-stone Of Eternity?