The World Globes Itself In A Drop

Science Is Nothing But The Finding Of Analogy, Identity, In The Most Remote Parts.

Coffee Is Good For Talent, But Genius Wants Prayer.

The Prayer Of The Farmer Kneeling In His Field To Weed It, The Prayer Of The Rower Kneeling With The Stroke Of His Oar, Are True Prayers Heard Throughout Nature.

No Man Thoroughly Understands A Truth Until He Has Contended Against It.

As The Farmer Casts Into The Ground The Finest Ears Of His Grain, The Time Will Come When We Too Shall Hold Nothing Back, But Shall Eagerly Convert More Than We Now Possess Into Means And Powers, When We Shall Be Willing To Sow The Sun And The Moon For Seeds.