Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours

Anyone Who Tells A Lie Has Not A Pure Heart, And Cannot Make A Good Soup.

Of All My Children, This Is The One That Cost Me The Worst Birth-pangs And Brought Me The Most Sorrow; And For That Reason It Is The One Most Dear To Me.

Yet It Was Impossible For Me To Say To People, 'speak Louder, Shout, For I Am Deaf.' Ah, How Could I Possibly Admit An Infirmity In The One Sense Which Ought To Be More Perfect In Me Than Others, A Sense Which I Once Possessed In The Highest Perfection, A Perfection Such As Few In My Profession Enjoy Or Ever Have Enjoyed.

Only Art And Science Can Raise Men To The Level Of God.

I Carry My Thoughts About Me For A Long Time, Often A Very Long Time, Before I Write Them Down; Meanwhile My Memory Is So Faithful That I Am Sure Never To Forget, Not Even In Years, A Theme That Has Once Occurred To Me.