Live, and be happy, and make others so.

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.

I see by your eagerness, and the wonder and hope which your eyes express, my friend, that you expect to be in formed of the secret with which I am acquainted. That cannot be.

The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.

My father was not scientific, and I was left to struggle with a child's blindness, added to a student's thirst for knowledge.

How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!