Two in distressmake sorrow less.

Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praisefrom your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.