Astronomy Taught Us Our Insignificance In Nature.

Words Are Alive. Cut Them And They Bleed.

A Third Felicity Of Age Is That It Has Found Expression. The Youth Suffers Not Only From Ungratified Desires, But From Powers Untried, And From A Picture In His Mind Of A Career Which Has As Yet No Outward Reality. He Is Tormented With The Want Of Correspondence Between Things And Thoughts.

Everything In The Universe Goes By Indirection. There Are No Straight Lines.

Nature, As We Know Her, Is No Saint.... She Comes Eating And Drinking And Sinning.

We Must Be Courteous To A Man As We Are To A Picture, Which We Are Willing To Give The Advantage Of A Good Light.