The Glory And Increase Of Wisdom Stands

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Great Is Not Great To The Greater.

Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.

With A Tale, Forsooth, He Cometh Unto You; With A Tale Which Holdeth Children From Play, And Old Men From The Chimney Corner.

All Is But Lip-wisdom Which Wants Experience.