Wonder Is The Basis Of Worship.

We Call That Fire Of The Black Thunder-cloud "electricity," And Lecture Learnedly About It, And Grind The Like Of It Out Of Glass And Silk: But What Is It? What Made It? Whence Comes It? Whither Goes It?

I Know So Little About Any History. How Little Do I Know Even About The History Of Myself.

I Don't Pretend To Understand The Universe - It's A Great Deal Bigger Than I Am.

Laws Themselves, Political Constitutions, Are Not Our Life; But Only The House Wherein Our Life Is Led.

The Cut Of A Garment Speaks Of Intellect And Talent And The Color Of Temperament And Heart.