The Pit Of A Theatre

Gratitude Is A Burden, And Every Burden Is Made To Be Shaken Off.

Pithy Sentences Are Like Sharp Nails Which Force Truth Upon Our Memory.

I Like Better For One To Say Some Foolish Thing Upon Important Matters Than To Be Silent. That Becomes The Subject Of Discussion And Dispute, And The Truth Is Discovered.

I Picture The Vast Realm Of The Sciences As An Immense Landscape Scattered With Patches Of Dark And Light. The Goal Towards Which We Must Work Is Either To Extend The Boundaries Of The Patches Of Light, Or To Increase Their Number. One Of These Tasks Falls To The Creative Genius; The Other Requires A Sort Of Sagacity Combined With Perfectionism.

Which Is The Greater Merit, To Enlighten The Human Race, Which Remains Forever, Or To Save One's Fatherland, Which Is Perishable?