Until I was four years old I lived in the house of my paternal grandfather, about two miles from the pretty little village of Wallace, at the mouth of the river of that name.
Simon NewcombI had not yet gotten into the world of light. But I felt as one who, standing outside, could knock against the wall and hear an answering knock from within.
Simon NewcombFlight by machines heavier than air is unpractical and insignificant, if not utterly impossible.
Simon Newcomb