Science Has Been Seriously Retarded By The

The Flowers Of Life Are But Visionary. How Many Pass Away And Leave No Trace Behind! How Few Yield Any Fruit,--and The Fruit Itself, How Rarely Does It Ripen! And Yet There Are Flowers Enough; And Is It Not Strange, My Friend, That We Should Suffer The Little That Does Really Ripen To Rot, Decay, And Perish Unenjoyed?

Each Traveler Should Know What He Has To See, And What Properly Belongs To Him, On A Journey.

Everyone Believes In His Youth That The World Really Began With Him, And That All Merely Exists For His Sake.

Let Him Who Believes In Immortality Enjoy His Happiness In Silence; He Has No Reason To Give Himself Airs About It.

Misunderstandings And Neglect Occasion More Mischief In The World Than Malice And Wickedness.