I Am No Poet, But If You

I Could Trust A Fact And Always Cross-question An Assertion.

Now I Must Take You To A Very Interesting Part Of Our Subject-to The Relation Between The Combustion Of A Candle And That Living Kind Of Combustion Which Goes On Within Us. In Every One Of Us There Is A Living Process Of Combustion Going On Very Similar To That Of A Candle, And I Must Try To Make That Plain To You. For It Is Not Merely True In A Poetical Sense-the Relation Of The Life Of Man To A Taper; And If You Will Follow, I Think I Can Make This Clear.

When I Came To Know Mrs. Marcet Personally; How Often I Cast My Thoughts Backward, Delighting To Connect The Past And The Present; How Often, When Sending A Paper To Her As A Thank You Offering, I Thought Of My First Instructress.

Physicist Is Both To My Mouth And Ears So Awkward That I Think I Shall Never Use It. The Equivalent Of Three Separate Sounds Of "i" In One Word Is Too Much.

Nothing Is Too Wonderful To Be True, If It Be Consistent With The Laws Of Nature.