We Accumulate Our Opinions At An Age

Where The Frontier Of Science Once Was Is Now The Centre.

The Motives That Lead Us To Do Anything Might Be Arranged Like The Thirty-two Winds And Might Be Given Names On The Same Pattern: For Instance, "bread-bread-fame" Or "fame-fame-bread."

Great Men Too Make Mistakes, And Many Among Them Do It So Often That One Is Almost Tempted To Call Them Little Men.

The Course Of The Seasons Is A Piece Of Clockwork, With A Cuckoo To Call When It Is Spring.

There Is No Greater Impediment To Progress In The Sciences Than The Desire To See It Take Place Too Quickly.