My Present And Most Fixed Opinion Regarding

Herrmann Pidoux And Armand Trousseau Stated 'disease Exists Within Us, Because Of Us, And Through Us', Pasteur Did Not Entirely Disagree, 'this Is True For Certain Diseases', He Wrote Cautiously, Only To Add Immediately: 'i Do Not Think That It Is True For All Of Them'.

The Flavor Of Wine Is Like Delicate Poetry.

Blessed Is He Who Carries Within Himself A God, An Ideal, And Who Obeys It: Ideal Of Art, Ideal Of Science, Ideal Of The Gospel Virtues, Therein Lie The Springs Of Great Thoughts And Great Actions; They All Reflect Light From The Infinite.

In That Memorable Year, 1822: Oersted, A Danish Physicist, Held In His Hands A Piece Of Copper Wire, Joined By Its Extremities To The Two Poles Of A Volta Pile. On His Table Was A Magnetized Needle On Its Pivot, And He Suddenly Saw (by Chance You Will Say, But Chance Only Favours The Mind Which Is Prepared) The Needle Move And Take Up A Position Quite Different From The One Assigned To It By Terrestrial Magnetism. A Wire Carrying An Electric Current Deviates A Magnetized Needle From Its Position. That, Gentlemen, Was The Birth Of The Modern Telegraph.

If Perchance You Should Falter During The Journey, A Hand Would Be There To Support You. If That Should Be Wanting, God, Who Alone Could Take That Hand From You, Would Himself Accomplish Its Work.