Young Man, The Secret Of My Success

No Generalization Is Wholly True—not Even This One.

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

Go On, Fair Science; Soon To Thee Shall Nature Yield Her Idle Boast; Her Vulgar Lingers Formed A Tree, But Thou Hast Trained It To A Post.

Reason May Be The Lever, But Sentiment Gives You The Fulcrum And The Place To Stand On If You Want To Move The World.

Science Is The Topography Of Ignorance. From A Few Elevated Points We Triangulate Vast Spaces, Inclosing Infinite Unknown Details. We Cast The Lead, And Draw Up A Little Sand From Abysses We May Never Reach With Our Dredges.