Ten builders rear an arch, each in turn lifting it higher; but it is the tenth man, who drops in the keystone, who hears our huzzas.

Boundaries which mark off one field of science from another are purely artificial, are set up only for temporary convenience. Let chemists and physicists dig deep enough, and they reach common ground.

Degree is much: the whole Atlantic might be lukewarm and never boil us a potato.

When we try to imagine a chaos we fail. ... In its very fiber the mind is an order and refuses to build a chaos.

Educated folk keep to one another's company too much, leaving other people much like milk skimmed of its cream.

Ten builders rear an arch, each in turn lifting it higher; but it is the tenth man, who drops in the keystone, who hears our huzzas.

No gun is perfectly true. So the marksman, that he may hit the bull's-eye, points elsewhere.