The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
世界充满了诗歌。空气中充满了它的精神；波浪随着它的旋律的音乐跳舞，并在它的明亮中闪烁。
The fabric of reality is woven with the threads of mathematics and observation.
The past is already written. The ink is dry.
"History is not the past. It is the method we have evolved of organizing our ignorance of the past."
发现的艺术不在于找到新大陆，而在于用新的眼光去看。
数学是理性的音乐。