It Is My Object, In The Following

The Lowest And Most Level Land Areas Show Us, Especially When We Dig There To Very Great Depths, Nothing But Horizontal Layers Of Material More Or Less Varied, Which Almost All Contain Innumerable Products Of The Sea.

At The Sight Of A Single Bone, Of A Single Piece Of Bone, I Recognize And Reconstruct The Portion Of The Whole From Which It Would Have Been Taken. The Whole Being To Which This Fragment Belonged Appears In My Mind's Eye.

To Spread Healthy Ideas Among Even The Lowest Classes Of People, To Remove Men From The Influence Of Prejudice And Passion, To Make Reason The Arbiter And Supreme Guide Of Public Opinion; That Is The Essential Goal Of The Sciences; That Is How Science Will Contribute To The Advancement Of Civilization, And That Is What Deserves Protection Of Governments Who Want To Insure The Stability Of Their Power.

Genius And Science Have Burst The Limits Of Space, And Few Observations, Explained By Just Reasoning, Have Unveiled The Mechanism Of The Universe. Would It Not Also Be Glorious For Man To Burst The Limits Of Time, And, By A Few Observations, To Ascertain The History Of This World, And The Series Of Events Which Preceded The Birth Of The Human Race?

The Traces Of Upheavals Become More Impressive When One Moves A Little Higher, When One Gets Even Closer To The Foot Of The Great Mountain Ranges. There Are Still Plenty Of Shell Layers. We Notice Them, Even Thicker And More Solid Ones.