It May Be A Weed Instead Of

It May Be A Weed Instead Of A Fish That, After All My Labour, I At Last Pull Up.

Nature Is Our Kindest Friend And Best Critic In Experimental Science If We Only Allow Her Intimations To Fall Unbiased On Our Minds.

It Is The Great Beauty Of Our Science, Chemistry, That Advancement In It, Whether In A Degree Great Or Small, Instead Of Exhausting The Subjects Of Research, Opens The Doors To Further And More Abundant Knowledge, Overflowing With Beauty And Utility.

I Have Far More Confidence In The One Man Who Works Mentally And Bodily At A Matter Than In The Six Who Merely Talk About It.

I Think Chemistry Is Being Frittered Away By The Hairsplitting Of The Organic Chemists; We Have New Compounds Discovered, Which Scarcely Differ From The Known Ones And When Discovered Are Valueless-very Illustrations Perhaps Of Their Refinements In Analysis, But Very Little Aiding The Progress Of True Science.