... And What Good Is A Baby?

I Could Trust A Fact And Always Cross-question An Assertion.

Work, Finish, Publish.

Tyndall, ... I Must Remain Plain Michael Faraday To The Last; And Let Me Now Tell You, That If Accepted The Honour Which The Royal Society Desires To Confer Upon Me, I Would Not Answer For The Integrity Of My Intellect For A Single Year.

Whereas, According To The Declaration Of That True Man Of The World Talleyrand, The Use Of Language Is To Conceal The Thoughts; This Is To Declare In The Present Instance, When I Say I Am Not Able To Bear Much Talking, It Means Really, And Without Any Mistake, Or Equivocation, Or Oblique Meaning, Or Implication, Or Subterfuge, Or Omission, That I Am Not Able; Being At Present Rather Weak In The Head, And Able To Work No More.

In Place Of Practising Wholesome Self-abnegation, We Ever Make The Wish The Father To The Thought: We Receive As Friendly That Which Agrees With, We Resist With Dislike That Which Opposes Us; Whereas The Very Reverse Is Required By Every Dictate Of Common Sense.