I Am Young And Avid For Glory.

A Wealthy Landowner Cannot Cultivate And Improve His Farm Without Spreading Comfort And Well-being Around Him. Rich And Abundant Crops, A Numerous Population And A Prosperous Countryside Are The Rewards For His Efforts.

I Consider Nature A Vast Chemical Laboratory In Which All Kinds Of Composition And Decompositions Are Formed.

I Have Had A Fairly Long Life, Above All A Very Happy One, And I Think That I Shall Be Remembered With Some Regrets And Perhaps Leave Some Reputation Behind Me. What More Could I Ask? The Events In Which I Am Involved Will Probably Save Me From The Troubles Of Old Age. I Shall Die In Full Possession Of My Faculties, And That Is Another Advantage That I Should Count Among Those That I Have Enjoyed. If I Have Any Distressing Thoughts, It Is Of Not Having Done More For My Family; To Be Unable To Give Either To Them Or To You Any Token Of My Affection And My Gratitude Is To Be Poor Indeed.

Diminish The Mass Of Evils That Afflict The Human Species, Increase Enjoyment And Well-being. And Even If The New Routes Opened Up Could Prolong The Average Life Of Mankind By Only A Few Hours, Or Even A Few Days, Then The Scientist, Too Could Aspire.

As Ideas Are Preserved And Communicated By Means Of Words, It Necessarily Follows That We Cannot Improve The Language Of Any Science, Without At The Same Time Improving The Science Itself; Neither Can We, On The Other Hand, Improve A Science Without Improving The Language Or Nomenclature Which Belongs To It.