One Friend In A Lifetime Is Much;

After Gibbs, One The Most Distinguished [american Scientists] Was Langley, Of The Smithsonian. ... He Had The Physicist's Heinous Fault Of Professing To Know Nothing Between Flashes Of Intense Perception. ... Rigidly Denying Himself The Amusement Of Philosophy, Which Consists Chiefly In Suggesting Unintelligible Answers To Insoluble Problems, And Liked To Wander Past Them In A Courteous Temper, Even Bowing To Them Distantly As Though Recognizing Their Existence, While Doubting Their Respectibility.

From Earliest Childhood The Boy Was Accustomed To Feel That, For Him, Life Was Double. Winter And Summer, Town And Country, Law And Liberty, Were Hostile, And The Man Who Pretended They Were Not, Was In His Eyes A Schoolmaster -- That Is, A Man Employed To Tell Lies To Little Boys.

Laplace Would Have Found It Child's-play To Fix A Ratio Of Progression In Mathematical Science Between Descartes, Leibnitz, Newton And Himself

Since [rousseau's] Time, And Largely Thanks To Him, The Ego Has Steadily Tended To Efface Itself, And, For Purposes Of Model, To Become A Manikin On Which The Toilet Of Education Is To Be Draped In Order To Show The Fit Or Misfit Of The Clothes. The Object Of Study Is The Garment, Not The Figure.

The Indian Summer Of Life Should Be A Little Sunny And A Little Sad, Like The Season, And Infinite In Wealth And Depth Of Tone, But Never Hustled.