For Science Is ... Like Virtue, Its

A Blessed Thing It Is For Any Man Or Woman To Have A Friend, One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly, Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults.

Wherever Is Love And Loyalty, Great Purposes And Lofty Souls, Even Though In A Hovel Or A Mine, There Is Fairyland.

[the] Great Fairy Science, Who Is Likely To Be Queen Of All The Fairies For Many A Year To Come, Can Only Do You Good, And Never Do You Harm.

Mathematical Knowledge Is Not-as All Cambridge Men Are Surely Aware-the Result Of Any Special Gift. It Is Merely The Development Of Those Conceptions Of Form And Number Which Every Human Being Possesses; And Any Person Of Average Intellect Can Make Himself A Fair Mathematician If He Will Only Pay Continuous Attention; In Plain English, Think Enough About The Subject.

You Are Literally Filled With The Fruit Of Your Own Devices, With Rats And Mice And Such Small Deer, Paramecia, And Entomostraceæ, And Kicking Things With Horrid Names, Which You See In Microscopes At The Polytechnic, And Rush Home And Call For Brandy-without The Water-stone, And Gravel, And Dyspepsia, And Fragments Of Your Own Muscular Tissue Tinged With Your Own Bile.