Fourier Is A Mathematical Poem.

Accurate And Minute Measurement Seems To The Non-scientific Imagination, A Less Lofty And Dignified Work Than Looking For Something New. But Nearly All The Grandest Discoveries Of Science Have Been But The Rewards Of Accurate Measurement And Patient Long-continued Labour In The Minute Sifting Of Numerical Results.

Vortices Of Pure Energy Can Exist And, If My Theories Are Right, Can Compose The Bodily Form Of An Intelligent Species.

I Can Never Satisfy Myself Until I Can Make A Mechanical Model Of A Thing. If I Can Make A Mechanical Model, I Can Understand It. As Long As I Cannot Make A Mechanical Model All The Way Through I Cannot Understand.

[referring To Fourier's Mathematical Theory Of The Conduction Of Heat] ... Fourier's Great Mathematical Poem.

Scientific Wealth Tends To Accumulate According To The Law Of Compound Interest. Every Addition To Knowledge Of The Properties Of Matter Supplies The Physical Scientist With New Instrumental Means For Discovering And Interpreting Phenomena Of Nature, Which In Their Turn Afford Foundations Of Fresh Generalisations, Bringing Gains Of Permanent Value Into The Great Storehouse Of Natural Philosophy.