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
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze. – Thomas Carlyle

