In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.
As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!
This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.
Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?
I have done all that I came into this world to do. I have worked task work, and have the rest of the day to myself.
The world meets nobody half way.
When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?