The Love Of One's Own

Nothing Comes Out More Clearly In Astronomical Observations Than The Immense Activity Of The Universe.

A Sphere Is Made Up Of Not One, But An Infinite Number Of Circles; Women Have Diverse Gifts, And To Say That Women's Sphere Is The Family Circle Is A Mathematical Absurdity.

People Have To Learn Sometimes Not Only How Much The Heart, But How Much The Head, Can Bear.

I Made Observations For Three Hours Last Night, And Am Almost Ill Today From Fatigue; Still I Have Worked All Day, Trying To Reduce The Places, And Mean To Work Hard Again Tonight.

The Love Of One's Own Sex Is Precious, For It Is Neither Provoked By Vanity Nor Retained By Flattery; It Is Genuine And Sincere.