Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For

On No Other Ground Can I Sow My Seed Without Tearing Up Some Stinking Weed.

Why Stand We Here Trembling Around, Calling On God For Help, And Not Ourselves, In Whom God Dwells?

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.

Invention Depends Altogether Upon Execution Or Organization; As That Is Right Or Wrong So Is The Invention Perfect Or Imperfect.