Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.
I prize the conditions under which I have lived because they have permitted me to choose my opportunities, to inquire into such matters as interested me, and to publish what I believed to be true, uncontrolled by any central authority.
What can you conceive more silly and extravagant than to suppose a man racking his brains, and studying night and day how to fly?