From Poor Charlie's Almanack:
There once was a man who assiduously mastered the work of his best predecessors, despite a poor start and very tough time in analytical geometry. Eventually, his own work attracted wide attention, and he said of his work:
"If I have seen a little farther than other men, it is because I stood on the shoulders of giants."
The bones of that man lie buried now in Westminster Abbey, under an unusual inscription:
"Here lie the remains of all that was mortal in Sir Isaac Newton."