For more than five years I maintained myself thus solely by the labour of my hands, and I found, that by working about six weeks in a year, I could meet all the expenses of living.

Why do you ever mend your clothes, unless that, wearing them, you may mend your ways. Let us sing.

Verily, chemistry is not a splitting of hairs when you have got half a dozen raw Irishmen in the laboratory.

I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology.

But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

So soon did we, wayfarers, begin to learn that man's life is rounded with the same few facts, the same simple relations everywhere, and it is vain to travel to find it new.

Almost any mode of observation will be successful at last, for what is most wanted is method.