Figuring Out How To Think

Where The World Ceases To Be The Scene Of Our Personal Hopes And Wishes, Where We Face It As Free Beings Admiring, Asking And Observing, There We Enter The Realm Of Art And Science.

The Measure Of Intelligence Is The Ability To Change.

I Have Always Loved Solitude, A Trait Which Tends To Increase With Age.

The Great Need To Grasp Principles Had Caused Me To Spend Most Of My Time On Fruitless Persuits.

The Ways Of Creation Are Wrapt In Mystery. We May Only Marvel, And Bow Our Head.