We have been cocksure of many things that were not so.
Pretty much all law consists in forbidding men to do something that they want to do.
To be forgotten is to sleep in peace with the undisturbed myriads, no longer subject to the chills and heats, the blasts, the sleet, the dust, which assail in endless succession that shadow of a man which we call his reputation.
Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith.
Leisure only means a chance to do other jobs that demand attention.
Science is the topography of ignorance. From a few elevated points we triangulate vast spaces, inclosing infinite unknown details. We cast the lead, and draw up a little sand from abysses we may never reach with our dredges.