Praise None Too Much, For All Are

When A Man Sleepes, His Head Is In His Stomach.

The Fish Adores The Bait.

He Lives Unsafely, That Lookes Too Neere On Things.

The Evening Praises The Day, And The Morning A Frost.

If We Can Possibly Avoid Wrecking This Little Planet Of Ours, We Will, But-there Must Be Risks! There Must Be. In Experimental Work There Always Are!