Stones Are Mute Teachers; They Silence The

Faith Is A Homely, Private Capital; As There Are Public Savings-banks And Poor Funds, Out Of Which In Times Of Want We Can Relieve The Necessities Of Individuals, So Here The Faithful Take Their Coin In Peace.

One Is Led Astray Alike By Sympathy And Coldness, By Praise And By Blame

We Must Always Change, Renew, Rejuvenate Ourselves; Otherwise, We Harden.

By Seeking And Blundering We Learn.

Should I Not Be Proud, When For Twenty Years I Have Had To Admit To Myself That The Great Newton And All The Mathematicians And Noble Calculators Along With Him Were Involved In A Decisive Error With Respect To The Doctrine Of Color, And That I Among Millions Was The Only One Who Knew What Was Right In This Great Subject Of Nature?