I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more
than he.

There's no doubt I'm emotional.

There's no doubt in my mind he's ready now.

I like the scientific spirit—the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine—it always keeps the way beyond open—always gives life, thought, affection, the whole man, a chance to try over again after a mistake—after a wrong guess.