The Thinking That Got Us To Where

One Feels The Insignificance Of The Individual, And It Makes One Happy.

The Only Race I Know Is The Human One.

One Cannot Help But Be In Awe When [one] Contemplates The Mysteries Of Eternity, Of Life, Of The Marvelous Structure Of Reality.

Who Would Have Thought Around 1900 That In Fifty Years Time We Would Know So Much More And Understand So Much Less.

We Must Dedicate Our Lives To Drying Up The Source Of War: Ammunition Factories.