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If I Am Allowed To Give A Metaphorical Allusion To The Future State Of The Blessed, I Should Imagine It By The Orange-grove In That Sheltered Glen On Which The Sun Is Now Beginning To Shine, And Of Which The Trees Are At The Same Time, Loaded With Sweet Golden Fruit And Balmy Silver Flowers. Such Objects May Well Portray A State In Which Hope And Fruition Become One Eternal Feeling.

We Can Trace Back Our Existence Almost To A Point. Former Time Presents Us With Trains Of Thoughts Gradually Diminishing To Nothing. But Our Ideas Of Futurity Are Perpetually Expanding. Our Desires And Our Hopes, Even When Modified By Our Fears, Seem To Grasp At Immensity. This Alone Would Be Sufficient To Prove The Progressiveness Of Our Nature, And That This Little Earth Is But A Point From Which We Start Toward A Perfection Of Being.

I Have Learned More From My Mistakes Than From My Successes.

To Me There Never Has Been A Higher Source Of Honour Or Distinction Than That Connected With Advances In Science. I Have Not Possessed Enough Of The Eagle In My Character To Make A Direct Flight To The Loftiest Altitudes In The Social World; And I Certainly Never Endeavored To Reach Those Heights By Using The Creeping Powers Of The Reptile, Who In Ascending, Generally Chooses The Dirtiest Path, Because It Is The Easiest.

When Two Elements Combine And Form More Than One Compound, The Masses Of One Element That React With A Fixed Mass Of The Other Are In The Ratio Of Small Whole Numbers.