He Whom We Call A Gentleman Is

The God Of The Christians Is A Father Who Makes Much Of His Apples, And Very Little Of His Children.

Do You See This Egg? With This You Can Topple Every Theological Theory, Every Church Or Temple In The World.

One Composition Is Meagre, Though It Has Many Figures; Another Is Rich, Though It Has Few.

I Picture The Vast Realm Of The Sciences As An Immense Landscape Scattered With Patches Of Dark And Light. The Goal Towards Which We Must Work Is Either To Extend The Boundaries Of The Patches Of Light, Or To Increase Their Number. One Of These Tasks Falls To The Creative Genius; The Other Requires A Sort Of Sagacity Combined With Perfectionism.

Time, Matter, Space - All, It May Be, Are No More Than A Point.