Necessity Is The Mother Of All Invention.

Each Possession I Own Is But A Stone Around My Neck.

Just As With The Man In The Fairy Tale Who Turned Whatever He Touched Into Gold, With Me Everything Is Turned Into Newspaper Clamor.

The More I Study Science, The More I Believe In God.

[mystery] Is The Fundamental Emotion That Stands At The Cradle Of True Art And True Science.

Man Tries To Make For Himself In The Fashion That Suits Him Best A Simplified And Intelligible Picture Of The World; He Then Tries To Some Extent To Substitute This Cosmos Of His For The World Of Experience, And Thus To Overcome It. This Is What The Painter, The Poet, The Speculative Philosopher, And The Natural Scientists Do, Each In His Own Fashion. Each Makes This Cosmos And Its Construction The Pivot Of His Emotional Life, In Order To Find In This Way Peace And Security Which He Can Not Find In The Narrow Whirlpool Of Personal Experience.