My Father Followed, During Most Of His

The Demonstration That No Possible Combination Of Known Substances, Known Forms Of Machinery And Known Forms Of Force, Can Be United In A Practical Machine By Which Men Shall Fly Along Distances Through The Air, Seems To The Writer As Complete As It Is Possible For The Demonstration To Be.

One Hardly Knows Where, In The History Of Science, To Look For An Important Movement That Had Its Effective Start In So Pure And Simple An Accident As That Which Led To The Building Of The Great Washington Telescope, And Went On To The Discovery Of The Satellites Of Mars.

The Time Was Not Yet Ripe For The Growth Of Mathematical Science Among Us, And Any Development That Might Have Taken Place In That Direction Was Rudely Stopped By The Civil War.

If My Impressions Are Correct, Our Educational Planing Mill Cuts Down All The Knots Of Genius, And Reduces The Best Of The Men Who Go Through It To Much The Same Standard.

I Had Not Yet Gotten Into The World Of Light. But I Felt As One Who, Standing Outside, Could Knock Against The Wall And Hear An Answering Knock From Within.