Consequently, our feelings--" "Enough, Balthazar! you terrify me; you commit sacrilege.

What, is my love--" "An ethereal matter disengaged, an emanation, the key of the Absolute.
Conceive if I--I, the first, should find it, find it, find it!" As he uttered the words in three rising tones, the expression of his face rose by degrees to inspiration.

"I shall make metals," he cried; "I shall make diamonds, I shall be a co-worker with Nature!" "Will you be the happier ?" she asked in despair.

"Accursed science! accursed demon! You forget, Claes, that you commit the sin of pride, the sin of which Satan was guilty; you assume the attributes of God." "Oh! oh! God!" "He denies Him!" she cried, wringing her hands.

"Claes, God wields a power that you can never gain." At this argument, which seemed to discredit his beloved Science, he looked at his wife and trembled.
"What power ?" he asked.
"Primal force--motion," she replied.