Since I Have Heard Often Enough That

So Then The Year Is Repeating Its Old Story Again. We Are Come Once More, Thank God! To Its Most Charming Chapter. The Violets And The Mayflowers Are As Its Inscriptions Or Vignettes. It Always Makes A Pleasant Impression On Us, When We Open Again At These Pages Of The Book Of Life.

Whether One Show One's Self A Man Of Genius In Science Or Compose A Song, The Only Point Is, Whether The Thought, The Discovery, The Deed, Is Living And Can Live On.

Someday Someone Will Write A Pathology Of Experimental Physics And Bring To Light All Those Swindles Which Subvert Our Reason, Beguile Our Judgement And, What Is Worse, Stand In The Way Of Any Practical Progress. The Phenomena Must Be Freed Once And For All From Their Grim Torture Chamber Of Empiricism, Mechanism, And Dogmatism; They Must Be Brought Before The Jury Of Man's Common Sense.

Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows Ease.

A Talent Is Formed In Stillness, A Character In The World's Torrent.