I Can't Help Feeling Wary When I

On The 1st Of August, 1774, I Endeavoured To Extract Air From Mercurius Calcinates Per Se [mercury Oxide]; And I Presently Found That, By Means Of This Lens, Air Was Expelled From It Very Readily. … I Admitted Water To It [the Extracted Air], And Found That It Was Not Imbibed By It. But What Surprized Me More Than I Can Well Express, Was, That A Candle Burned In This Air With A Remarkably Vigorous Flame… I Was Utterly At A Loss How To Account For It.

We Must Beware The Revenge Of The Starved Senses, The Embittered Animal In Its Prison.

We Cannot Get Grace From Gadgets. In The Bakelite House Of The Future, The Dishes May Not Break, But The Heart Can. Even A Man With Ten Shower Baths May Find Life Flat, Stale And Unprofitable.

There Are Plenty Of Clever Young Writers. But There Is Too Much Genius, Not Enough Talent.

But The Point Is, Now, At This Moment, Or Any Moment, We're Only Cross-sections Of Our Real Selves. What We Really Are Is The Whole Stretch Of Ourselves, All Our Time, And When We Come To The End Of This Life, All Those Selves, All Our Time, Will Be Us - The Real You, The Real Me. And Then Perhaps We'll Find Ourselves In Another Time, Which Is Only Another Kind Of Dream.