Nothing Is More Damaging To The Truth

All Understanding Begins In Wonder!

Sweet Moonlight, Shining Full And Clear, Why Do You Light My Torture Here? How Often Have You Seen Me Toil, Burning Last Drops Of Midnight Oil. On Books And Papers As I Read, My Friend, Your Mournful Light You Shed. If Only I Could Flee This Den And Walk The Mountain-tops Again, Through Moonlit Meadows Make My Way, In Mountain Caves With Spirits Play - Released From Learning's Musty Cell, Your Healing Dew Would Make Me Well!

Everything Great And Intelligent Is In The Minority

Love Of Truth Shows Itself In This, That A Man Knows How To Find And Value The Good In Everything.

Sowing Is Not As Difficult As Reaping.