ct and react upon it, bound by a thousand ties of natural piety, is it probable, nay is it possible, that they, and they alone, should have no order in their seeming disorder, no unity in their seeming multiplicity, should suffer no explanation by the discovery of some central and sublime law of mutual connection?
The student of Nature wonders the more and is astonished the less, the more conversant he becomes with her operations; but of all the perennial miracles she offers to his inspection, perhaps the most worthy of admiration is the development of a plant or of an animal from its embryo.
Matter and force are the two names of the one artist who fashions the living as well as the lifeless.
There is not throughout Nature a law of wider application than this, that a body impelled by two forces takes the direction of their resultant.
Orthodoxy is the Bourbon of the world of thought. It learns not, neither can it forget.