Astronomy to the selfish becomes astrology.
Literature is the effort of man to indemnify himself for the wrongs of his condition.
How often we must remember the art of the surgeon, which, in replacing the broken bone, contents itself with releasing the parts from false position; they fly into place by the action of the muscles. On this art of nature all our arts rely.
Every action has an ancestor of a thought.
Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.
Astronomy is a cold, desert science, with all its pompous figures,-depends a little too much on the glass-grinder, too little on the mind. 'T is of no use to show us more planets and systems. We know already what matter is, and more or less of it does not signify.