I Am No Poet, But If You

All Are Sure In Their Days Except The Most Wise ... He Is The Wisest Philosopher Who Holds His Theory With Some Doubt.

I Propose To Distinguish These Bodies By Calling Those Anions Which Go To The Anode Of The Decomposing Body; And Those Passing To The Cathode, Cations; And When I Have Occasion To Speak Of These Together, I Shall Call Them Ions.

Now I Must Take You To A Very Interesting Part Of Our Subject-to The Relation Between The Combustion Of A Candle And That Living Kind Of Combustion Which Goes On Within Us. In Every One Of Us There Is A Living Process Of Combustion Going On Very Similar To That Of A Candle, And I Must Try To Make That Plain To You. For It Is Not Merely True In A Poetical Sense-the Relation Of The Life Of Man To A Taper; And If You Will Follow, I Think I Can Make This Clear.

When I Consider The Multitude Of Associated Forces Which Are Diffused Through Nature - When I Think Of That Calm Balancing Of Their Energies Which Enables Those Most Powerful In Themselves, Most Destructive To The World's Creatures And Economy, To Dwell Associated Together And Be Made Subservient To The Wants Of Creation, I Rise From The Contemplation More Than Ever Impressed With The Wisdom, The Beneficence, And Grandeur, Beyond Our Language To Express, Of The Great Disposer Of Us All.

Nothing Is Ever Too Good To Be True.