I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!

What clinical lectures I will give in heaven, demonstrating the ignorance of doctors!

I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!

Until mankind heeds the message on the Hebrew trumpet blown, and the faith of the whole world's people is the faith that is our own.

Take from me the hope that I can change the future and you will send me mad.

In the din and tumult of the age, the still small voice of Jerusalem remains our only music.

Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.