Men of thought and men of action, clear the Way!
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds
Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.
If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.
Truth . . . and if mine eyes Can bear its blaze, and trace its symmetries, Measure its distance, and its advent wait, I am no prophet - I but calculate.