The Most Happy Man Is

Necessity Is Cruel, But It Is The Only Test Of Inward Strength. Every Fool May Live According To His Own Likings.

He Who Knows No Foreign Languages Knows Nothing Of His Own.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

The Soul Of Man Is Like To Water; From Heaven It Cometh, To Heaven It Riseth And Then Returning To Earth, Forever Alternating.

The Works Of Lavoisier And His Associates Operated Upon Many Of Us At That Time Like The Sun's Rising After A Night Of Moonshine: But Chemistry Is Now Betrothed To The Mathematics, And Is In Consequence Grown Somewhat Shy Of Her Former Admirers.