My Father Was The Most

Aerial Flight Is One Of That Class Of Problems With Which Man Will Never Be Able To Cope. . . . The Example Of The Bird Does Not Prove That Man Can Fly. Imagine The Proud Possessor Of The Aeroplane Darting Through The Air At A Speed Of Several Hundred Feet Per Second. It Is The Speed Alone That Sustains Him. How Is He Ever Going To Stop?

The Mathematician Of To-day Admits That He Can Neither Square The Circle, Duplicate The Cube Or Trisect The Angle. May Not Our Mechanicians, In Like Manner, Be Ultimately Forced To Admit That Aerial Flight Is One Of That Great Class Of Problems With Which Men Can Never Cope... I Do Not Claim That This Is A Necessary Conclusion From Any Past Experience. But I Do Think That Success Must Await Progress Of A Different Kind From That Of Invention.

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.