By Science Calmed, Over The Peaceful Soul,

I Suppose There Was Never Yet A Woman Who Had Not Somewhere Set Up On A Pedestal In Her Brain An Ideal Of Manhood. ... He Never Is Finished Till The Brain Of His Creator Ceases To Work, Till She Has Added Her Last Touch To Him, And Has Laid Down The Burden Of Life And Gone Elsewhere, Perhaps To Some Happy Land Where Ideals Are More Frequently Realised Than Ever Happens Here.

Profound Minds Are The Most Likely To Think Lightly Of The Resources Of Human Reason, And It Is The Superficial Thinker Who Is Generally Strongest In Every Kind Of Unbelief.

The Beginning Of Civilisation Is The Discovery Of Some Useful Arts, By Which Men Acquire Property, Comforts, Or Luxuries. The Necessity Or Desire Of Preserving Them Leads To Laws And Social Institutions. The Discovery Of Peculiar Arts Gives Superiority To Particular Nations ... To Subjugate Other Nations, Who Learn Their Arts, And Ultimately Adopt Their Manners;- So That In Reality The Origin As Well As The Progress And Improvement Of Civil Society Is Founded In Mechanical And Chemical Inventions.

Cavendish Was A Great Man With Extraordinary Singularities-his Voice Was Squeaking His Manner Nervous He Was Afraid Of Strangers & Seemed When Embarrassed To Articulate With Difficulty-he Wore The Costume Of Our Grandfathers. Was Enormously Rich But Made No Use Of His Wealth... He Cavendish Lived Latterly The Life Of A Solitary, Came To The Club Dinner & To The Royal Society: But Received Nobody At His Home. He Was Acute Sagacious & Profound & I Think The Most Accomplished British Philosopher Of His Time.

I Have Learned More From My Mistakes Than From My Successes.