And Only The Sure Of

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

And If There Come The Singers, And The Dancers And The Flute Players - Buy Of Their Gifts Also. For They Too Are Gatherers Of Fruit And Frankincense, And That Which They Bring, Though Fashioned Of Dreams, Is Raiment And Fod For Your Soul.

He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To Slavery Is Not Free By Any Measure Of Freedom, Truth And Duty.

He Who Wears His Morality But As His Best Garment Were Better Naked. The Wind And The Sun Will Tear No Holes In His Skin.

Spare Me The Political Events And Power Struggles, As The Whole Earth Is My Homeland And All Men Are My Fellow Countrymen.