A Man Who Is Certain

Nature Is Our Kindest Friend And Best Critic In Experimental Science If We Only Allow Her Intimations To Fall Unbiased On Our Minds.

I Can At Any Moment Convert My Time Into Money, But I Do Not Require More Of The Latter Than Is Sufficient For Necessary Purposes.

Ou Can Hardly Imagine How I Am Struggling To Exert My Poetical Ideas Just Now For The Discovery Of Analogies And Remote Figures Respecting The Earth, Sun, And All Sorts Of Things — For I Think That Is The True Way (corrected By Judgment) To Work Out A Discovery.

Nothing Is Ever Too Good To Be True.

It May Be A Weed Instead Of A Fish That, After All My Labour, I At Last Pull Up.