Pain Is No Evil, Unless It Conquers

I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.

Except A Living Man, There Is Nothing More Wonderful Than A Book.

So Give Me The Political Economist, The Sanitary Reformer, The Engineer; And Take Your Saints And Virgins, Relics And Miracles. The Spinning-jenny And The Railroad, Cunard's Liners And The Electric Telegraph, Are To Me, If Not To You, Signs That We Are, On Some Points At Least, In Harmony With The Universe; That There Is A Mighty Spirit Working Among Us, Who Cannot Be Your Anarchic And Destroying Devil, And Therefore May Be The Ordering And Creating God.

You Are Not Very Good If You Are Not Better Than Your Best Friends Imagine You To Be.

Take Comfort, And Recollect However Little You And I May Know, God Knows; He Knows Himself And You And Me And All Things; And His Mercy Is Over All His Works.