I Don't Mind Your Thinking Slowly; I

Knowledge Advances By Steps, And Not By Leaps.

A Beggarly People, A Church And No Steeple.

The English Doctrine That All Power Is A Trust For The Public Good.

So True It Is, That Nature Has Caprices Which Art Cannot Imitate.

Cut Off My Head, And Singular I Am, Cut Off My Tail, And Plural I Appear; Although My Middle's Left, There's Nothing There! What Is My Head Cut Off? A Sounding Sea; What Is My Tail Cut Off? A Rushing River; And In Their Mingling Depths I Fearless Play, Parent Of Sweetest Sounds, Yet Mute Forever.