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Research Is Formalized Curiosity. It Is Poking And Prying With A Purpose. It Is A Seeking That He Who Wishes May Know The Cosmic Secrets Of The World And They That Dwell Therein.

Tell Me, And Then Again Show Me, So I Can Know.

Bitterness Is The Coward's Revenge On The World For Having Been Hurt.

I Have The Nerve To Walk My Own Way, However Hard, In My Search For Reality, Rather Than Climb Upon The Rattling Wagon Of Wishful Illusions.

She Was Saving Up Feelings For Some Man She Had Never Seen.