Whatever Else There May Be

There Once Was A Brainy Baboon, Who Always Breathed Down A Bassoon, For He Said, It Appears That In Billions Of Years I Shall Certainly Hit On A Tune.

When An Investigator Has Developed A Formula Which Gives A Complete Representation Of The Phenomena Within A Certain Range, He May Be Prone To Satisfaction. Would It Not Be Wiser If He Should Say 'foiled Again! I Can Find Out No More About Nature Along This Line.'

Oh Leave The Wise Our Measures To Collate. One Thing At Least Is Certain, Light Has Weight. One Thing Is Certain And The Rest Debate. Light Rays, When Near The Sun, Do Not Go Straight.

Philosophically, The Notion Of A Beginning Of The Present Order Of Nature Is Repugnant To Me ... I Should Like To Find A Genuine Loophole.

Don't Believe The Results Of Experiments Until They're Confirmed By Theory.