Truth is better disengaged from error than torn from it.
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.
A tree nowhere offers a straight line or a regular curve, but who doubts that root, trunk, boughs, and leaves embody geometry?
Doubt is the beginning, not the end, of wisdom.
Ignorance may find a truth on its doorstep that erudition vainly seeks in the stars.
Degree is much: the whole Atlantic might be lukewarm and never boil us a potato.