Slander Is A Shipwrack By A Dry

'it's This Accursed Science,' I Cried. 'it's The Very Devil. The Mediaeval Priests And Persecutors Were Right, And The Moderns Are All Wrong. You Tamper With It-and It Offers You Gifts. And Directly You Take Them It Knocks You To Pieces In Some Unexpected Way.'

Better To Be Blinde, Then To See Ill.

Knowledge Is But Folly Unless It Is Guided By Grace.

Speak Not Of My Debts Unless You Mean To Pay Them.

You Cannot Make A Windmill Go With A Pair Of Bellows.