All Matter Originates And Exists Only By

Every Advance In Knowledge Brings Us Face To Face With The Mystery Of Our Own Being.

The Entire World We Apprehend Through Our Senses Is No More Than A Tiny Fragment In The Vastness Of Nature.

The Whole Strenuous Intellectual Work Of An Industrious Research Worker Would Appear, After All, In Vain And Hopeless, If He Were Not Occasionally Through Some Striking Facts To Find That He Had, At The End Of All His Criss-cross Journeys, At Last Accomplished At Least One Step Which Was Conclusively Nearer The Truth.

Anybody Who Has Been Seriously Engaged In Scientific Work Of Any Kind Realizes That Over The Entrance To The Gates Of The Temple Of Science Are Written The Words: 'ye Must Have Faith.'

We Are In A Position Similar To That Of A Mountaineer Who Is Wandering Over Uncharted Spaces, And Never Knows Whether Behind The Peak Which He Sees In Front Of Him And Which He Tries To Scale There May Not Be Another Peak Still Beyond And Higher Up.