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Nature Is Our Kindest Friend And Best Critic In Experimental Science If We Only Allow Her Intimations To Fall Unbiased On Our Minds.

There’s Nothing Quite As Frightening As Someone Who Knows They Are Right.

I Think Chemistry Is Being Frittered Away By The Hairsplitting Of The Organic Chemists; We Have New Compounds Discovered, Which Scarcely Differ From The Known Ones And When Discovered Are Valueless-very Illustrations Perhaps Of Their Refinements In Analysis, But Very Little Aiding The Progress Of True Science.

A Man In Twenty-four Hours Converts As Much As Seven Ounces Of Carbon Into Carbonic Acid; A Milch Cow Will Convert Seventy Ounces, And A Horse Seventy-nine Ounces, Solely By The Act Of Respiration. That Is, The Horse In Twenty-four Hours Burns Seventy-nine Ounces Of Charcoal, Or Carbon, In His Organs Of Respiration To Supply His Natural Warmth In That Time ..., Not In A Free State, But In A State Of Combination.

It Is The Great Beauty Of Our Science, Chemistry, That Advancement In It, Whether In A Degree Great Or Small, Instead Of Exhausting The Subjects Of Research, Opens The Doors To Further And More Abundant Knowledge, Overflowing With Beauty And Utility.