A Noble Plant Suites Not With A

Every Path Hath A Puddle.

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.

He That Contemplates Hath A Day Without Night.

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.

If We Can Possibly Avoid Wrecking This Little Planet Of Ours, We Will, But-there Must Be Risks! There Must Be. In Experimental Work There Always Are!