There Is Not A Physicist In The

Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data, And Only A Collector, And Am Likely To Be Gross And Miserly, Piling Up Notes, Pleased With Merely Numerically Adding To My Stores.

When We Come Upon Assurances That A Mystery Has Been Solved, We Go On Investigating.

Sometimes I Am A Collector Of Data, And Only A Collector, And Am Likely To Be Gross And Miserly, Piling Up Notes, Pleased With Merely Numerically Adding To My Stores. Other Times I Have Joys, When Unexpectedly Coming Upon An Outrageous Story That May Not Be Altogether A Lie, Or Upon A Macabre Little Thing That May Make Some Reviewer Of My More Or Less Good Works Mad. But Always There Is Present A Feeling Of Unexplained Relations Of Events That I Note, And It Is This Far-away, Haunting, Or Often Taunting, Awareness, Or Suspicion, That Keeps Me Piling On.

I Think, Therefore I'm Going To Have Breakfast.

But Truth Is That Besides Which There Is Nothing: Nothing To Modify It, Nothing To Question It, Nothing To Form An Exception: The All-inclusive, The Complete - By Truth, I Mean The Universal.