It is now almost my sole rule of life to clear myself of cants and formulas, as of poisonous Nessus shirts.
Neither had Watt of the Steam engine a heroic origin, any kindred with the princes of this world. The princes of this world were shooting their partridges... While this man with blackened fingers, with grim brow, was searching out, in his workshop, the Fire-secret.
The greatest mistake is to imagine that we never err.
It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.
Experience is the best of school masters, only the school fees are heavy.
The times are very bad. Very well, you are there to make them better.