All Science Is Necessarily Prophetic, So Truly

A Wild Rose Roofs The Ruined Shed, And That And Summer Well Agree.

No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher.

I Believe That Obstinacy, Or The Dread Of Control And Discipline, Arises Not So Much From Self-willedness As From A Conscious Defect Of Voluntary Power; As Foolhardiness Is Not Seldom The Disguise Of Conscious Timidity.

A Falsehood Is, In One Sense, A Dead Thing; But Too Often It Moves About, Galvanized By Self-will, And Pushes The Living Out Of Their Seats.

Nature Is A Wary Wily Long-breathed Old Witch, Tough-lived As A Turtle And Divisible As The Polyp, Repullulative In A Thousand Snips And Cuttings, Integra Et In Toto! She Is Sure To Get The Better Of Lady Mind In The Long Run, And To Take Her Revenge Too Transforms Our To Day Into A Canvass Dead-colored To Receive The Dull Featureless Portait Of Yesterday.