I Could Trust A Fact And Always

No Wonder That My Remembrance Fails Me, For I Shall Complete My 70 Years Next Sunday (the 22); - And During These 70 Years I Have Had A Happy Life; Which Still Remains Happy Because Of Hope And Content.

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.

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

Ou Can Hardly Imagine How I Am Struggling To Exert My Poetical Ideas Just Now For The Discovery Of Analogies And Remote Figures Respecting The Earth, Sun, And All Sorts Of Things — For I Think That Is The True Way (corrected By Judgment) To Work Out A Discovery.

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.