Thinking Is More Interesting Than Knowing, But

Higher Yet And Higher Out Of Clouds And Night, Nearer Yet And Nearer Rising To The Light - Light, Serene And Holy Where My Soul May Rest, Purified And Lowly, Sanctified And Blest.

Hatred Is A Heavy Burden. It Sinks The Heart Deep In The Breast, And Lies Like A Tombstone On All Joys.

One Mind Is Enough For A Thousand Hands.

Where I Cannot Be Moral, My Power Is Gone.

Character, In Great And Little Things, Means Carrying Through What You Feel Able To Do.