Silence Is The Element In Which Great

Quackery Gives Birth To Nothing; Gives Death To All Things.

The Weakest Living Creature, By Concentrating His Powers On A Single Object, Can Accomplish Something. The Strongest, By Dispensing His Over Many, May Fail To Accomplish Anything. The Drop, By Continually Falling, Bores Its Passage Through The Hardest Rock. The Hasty Torrent Rushes Over It With Hideous Uproar, And Leaves No Trace Behind.

Know What Thou Canst Work At, And Work At It Like A Hercules.

The Courage We Desire And Prize Is Not The Courage To Die Decently, But To Live Manfully.

Is There No God, Then, But At Best An Absentee God, Sitting Idle, Ever Since The First Sabbath, At The Outside Of His Universe?