Fate Then Is That Necessity By Which

We Do Not Really Think, We Are Barely Conscious, Until Something Goes Wrong.

When An Image Is Said To Be Singular, It Is Meant That It Is Absolutely Determinate In All Respects. Every Possible Character, Or The Negative Thereof, Must Be True Of Such An Image.

For Example, There Are Numbers Of Chemists Who Occupy Themselves Exclusively With The Study Of Dyestuffs. They Discover Facts That Are Useful To Scientific Chemistry; But They Do Not Rank As Genuine Scientific Men. The Genuine Scientific Chemist Cares Just As Much To Learn About Erbium-the Extreme Rarity Of Which Renders It Commercially Unimportant-as He Does About Iron. He Is More Eager To Learn About Erbium If The Knowledge Of It Would Do More To Complete His Conception Of The Periodic Law, Which Expresses The Mutual Relations Of The Elements.

The Third Class Consists Of Men To Whom Nothing Seems Great But Reason. If Force Interests Them, It Is Not In Its Exertion, But In That It Has A Reason And A Law. For Men Of The First Class, Nature Is A Picture; For Men Of The Second Class, It Is An Opportunity; For Men Of The Third Class, It Is A Cosmos, So Admirable, That To Penetrate To Its Ways Seems To Them The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living. These Are The Men Whom We See Possessed By A Passion To Learn.

This Branch Of Mathematics [probability] Is The Only One, I Believe, In Which Good Writers Frequently Get Results Which Are Entirely Erroneous.