I learned early on that the world could be cruel, but I refused to let it break me.

All serious art attempts to make sense of life.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

Science knows no country, because knowledge belongs to humanity, and is the torch which illuminates the world.