The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.
Science is a collaborative effort. No one makes discoveries alone.
Mathematics is the foundation upon which the edifice of science is built.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.
我们最终拥有的唯一工具是我们自己的感知。
除了原子和虚空,什么都不存在;其他一切都是意见。