Your Constitution Is All Sail And No

So True It Is, That Nature Has Caprices Which Art Cannot Imitate.

Sense Can Support Herself Handsomely In Most Countries On Some Eighteen Pence A Day; But For Fantasy, Planets And Solar Systems, Will Not Suffice.

The Desire Of Posthumous Fame And The Dread Of Posthumous Reproach And Execration Are Feelings From The Influence Of Which Scarcely Any Man Is Perfectly Free, And Which In Many Men Are Powerful And Constant Motives Of Action.

A Beggarly People, A Church And No Steeple.

[i Can] Scarcely Write Upon Mathematics Or Mathematicians. Oh For Words To Express My Abomination Of The Science.