Nature Has Made A Pebble And A

Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The Mistress, Memory Is The Servant.

Dry Happiness Is Like Dry Bread. We Eat, But We Do Not Dine. I Wish For The Superfluous, For The Useless, For The Extravagant, For The Too Much, For That Which Is Not Good For Anything.

Science Says The First Word On Everything, And The Last Word On Nothing.

Be Happy Without Picking Flaws.

Who Then Can Calculate The Path Of The Molecule? How Do We Know That The Creations Of Worlds Are Not Determined By The Fall Of Grains Of Sand?