It Is Well To Fetter The Wings

It Is Well To Fetter The Wings Of Our Fancy And Restrain Its Flights.

I Have Been Watching And Drawing The Surface Of Mars. It Is Wonderfully Full Of Detail. There Is Certainly No Question About There Being Mountains And Large Greatly Elevated Plateaus.

Man Is Too Quick At Forming Conclusions.

It Is Well To Fetter The Wings Of Our Fancy And Restrain Its Flights. It Is Quite Possible We May Have Formed Entirely Erroneous Ideas Of What We Actually See. The Greenish Gray Patches May Not Be Seas At All, Nor The Ruddy Continents, Solid Land. Neither May The Obscuring Patches Be Clouds Of Vapor. Man Is Too Quick At Forming Conclusions. Let Him But Indistinctly See A Thing, Or Even Be Undecided As To Whether He Does Actually See It And He Will Then And There Set Himself To Theorizing, And Build Immense Castles Of Conjecture On A Foundation, Of Whose Existence He Is By No Means Certain.

It Is Quite Possible We May Have Formed Entirely Erroneous Ideas Of What We Actually See. The Greenish Gray Patches May Not Be Seas At All, Nor The Ruddy Continents, Solid Land. Neither May The Obscuring Patches Be Clouds Of Vapor.