A Genius Is A Man Who Has

A Man Becomes Creative, Whether He Is An Artist Or Scientist, When He Finds A New Unity In The Variety Of Nature. He Does So By Finding A Likeness Between Things Which Were Not Thought Alike Before.

The Force That Makes The Winter Grow Its Feathered Hexagons Of Snow , And Drives The Bee To Match At Home Their Calculated Honeycomb, Is Abacus And Rose Combined. An Icy Sweetness Fills My Mind , A Sense That Under Thing And Wing Lies, Taut Yet Living , Coiled, The Spring .

The Progress Of Science Is The Discovery At Each Step Of A New Order Which Gives Unity To What Had Seemed Unlike.

Whether Our Work Is Art Or Science Or The Daily Work Of Society, It Is Only The Form In Which We Explore Our Experience Which Is Different.

Power Is The By-product Of Understanding.