I believe in the existence of a Supreme Intelligence pervading the Universe.
Mr. Edison worked endlessly on a problem, using the method of elimination. If a person asked him if he were discouraged because so many attempts proved unavailing, he would say, "No, I am not discouraged, because every wrong attempt discarded is another step forward.".
Ideas without execution are hallucinations.
The body is a community made up of its innumerable cells or inhabitants.
I am quite correctly described as 'more of a sponge than an inventor....'
It is apparent to me that the possibilities of the aeroplane, which two or three years ago were thought to hold the solution to the [flying machine] problem, have been exhausted, and that we must turn elsewhere.