Man Loves Most That Which Is His

Man Always Made, And Still Makes, Grotesque Blunders In Selecting And Measuring Forces, Taken At Random From The Heap, But He Never Made A Mistake In The Value He Set On The Whole, Which He Symbolized As Unity And Worshipped As God. To This Day, His Attitude Towards It Has Never Changed, Though Science Can No Longer Give To Force A Name.

The Woman Who Is Known Only Through A Man Is Known Wrong.

A Parent Gives Life, But As Parent, Gives No More. A Murderer Takes Life, But His Deed Stops There. A Teacher Affects Eternity; He Can Never Tell Where His Influence Stops.

I Firmly Believe, That Before Many Centuries More, Science Will Be The Master Of Man. The Engines He Will Have Invented Will Be Beyond His Strength To Control. Someday, Science Shall Have The Existence Of Mankind In Its Power, And The Human Race Commit Suicide By Blowing Up The World.

No Man Means All He Says, And Yet Very Few Say All They Mean, For Words Are Slippery And Thought Is Viscous.