The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.

The human body is a magazine of inventions, the patent office, where are the models from which every hint is taken. All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of its limbs and senses.

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument

What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other

Proverbs are the sanctuary of the intuitions.