There is a tall, black-haired woman, and she is fairer and more adroit than Lilith, who was before Eve; and there is a tall, blond woman, and she is like a queen; and there is a slim, copper-colored woman, and she is like an idol in a shrine; and there is a little brown-haired woman, and she is like a child.

But none of those women could make you believe you were in paradise while there's a face in your heart.

Not the cross of the Lord Jesus is between you and me, but the face of little Golden Bells of China." "But I am not going to China to woo Golden Bells, Old Man of the Mountain.

I am going to convert the men of Cathay." The Old Man of the Mountain laughed and stroked his beard.
"You had a sermon from Gregory before you came away.

Did he tell you you were to convert the men of Cathay ?" "He did not." "Ali, Gregory's a sound man.