When we can drain the Ocean into mill-ponds, and bottle up the Force of Gravity, to be sold by retail, in gas jars; then may we hope to comprehend the infinitudes of mans soul under formulas of Profit and Loss; and rule over this too, as over a patent engine, by checks, and valves, and balances. – Thomas Carlyle
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time: the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream. – Thomas Carlyle

