There are sadistic scientists who hurry to hunt down errors instead of establishing the truth.
In America, they want you to accomplish these great feats, to pull off these David Copperfield-type stunts. You want me to be great, but you don't ever want me to say I'm great?
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.
We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
I have never been especially impressed by the heroics of people who are convinced they are about to change the world. I am more awed by those who struggle to make one small difference after another.
Maybe they were terrorists!
How we remember, what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.