Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth

A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.

He Quits His Place Well, That Leaves His Friend There.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

When Children Stand Quiet, They Have Done Some Ill.

This Missing Science Of Heredity, This Unworked Mine Of Knowledge On The Borderland Of Biology And Anthropology, Which For All Practical Purposes Is As Unworked Now As It Was In The Days Of Plato, Is, In Simple Truth, Ten Times More Important To Humanity Than All The Chemistry And Physics, All The Technical And Indsutrial Science That Ever Has Been Or Ever Will Be Discovered.