Endless is the search of truth.
So often has my judgment deceived me in my life, that I always suspect it, right or wrong,--at least I am seldom hot upon cold subjects. For all this, I reverence truth as much as any body; andif a man will but take me by the hand, and go quietly and search for itI'll go to the world's end with him:MBut I hate disputes.
My father, whose way was to force every event in nature into an hypothesis, by which means never man crucified TRUTH at the rate he did.