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All Are Sure In Their Days Except The Most Wise ... He Is The Wisest Philosopher Who Holds His Theory With Some Doubt.

I Have Been So Electrically Occupied Of Late That I Feel As If Hungry For A Little Chemistry: But Then The Conviction Crosses My Mind That These Things Hang Together Under One Law & That The More Haste We Make Onwards Each In His Own Path The Sooner We Shall Arrive, And Meet Each Other, At That State Of Knowledge Of Natural Causes From Which All Varieties Of Effects May Be Understood & Enjoyed.

Ou Can Hardly Imagine How I Am Struggling To Exert My Poetical Ideas Just Now For The Discovery Of Analogies And Remote Figures Respecting The Earth, Sun, And All Sorts Of Things — For I Think That Is The True Way (corrected By Judgment) To Work Out A Discovery.

It May Be A Weed Instead Of A Fish That, After All My Labour, I At Last Pull Up.

I Shall Be With Christ, And That Is Enough.