Oh My Goodness The Mystery

There Are Two Men In Each One Of Us: The Scientist, He Who Starts With A Clear Field And Desires To Rise To The Knowledge Of Nature Through Observations, Experimentation And Reasoning, And The Man Of Sentiment, The Man Of Belief, The Man Who Mourns His Dead Children, And Who Cannot, Alas, Prove That He Will See Them Again, But Who Believes That He Will, And Lives In The Hope – The Man Who Will Not Die Like A Vibrio, But Who Feels That The Force That Is Within Him Cannot Die.

If Perchance You Should Falter During The Journey, A Hand Would Be There To Support You. If That Should Be Wanting, God, Who Alone Could Take That Hand From You, Would Himself Accomplish Its Work.

The Greatest Disorder Of The Mind Is To Let Will Direct It.

Never Will The Doctrine Of Spontaneous Generation Recover From The Mortal Blow Struck By This Simple Experiment.

Whether Our Efforts Are, Or Not, Favored By Life, Let Us Be Able To Say, When We Come Near To The Great Goal, I Have Done What I Could.