The Word Reality Frightens Me.

You Cannot Disturb The Tiniest Petal Of A Flower Without The Troubling Of A Distant Star.

We Used To Think That If We Knew One, We Knew Two, Because One And One Are Two. We Are Finding That We Must Learn A Great Deal More About 'and'.

There Once Was A Brainy Baboon, Who Always Breathed Down A Bassoon, For He Said, It Appears That In Billions Of Years I Shall Certainly Hit On A Tune.

But It Is Necessary To Insist More Strongly Than Usual That What I Am Putting Before You Is A Model-the Bohr Model Atom-because Later I Shall Take You To A Profounder Level Of Representation In Which The Electron Instead Of Being Confined To A Particular Locality Is Distributed In A Sort Of Probability Haze All Over The Atom.

If I Let My Fingers Wander Idly Over The Keys Of A Typewriter It Might Happen That My Screed Made An Intelligible Sentence. If An Army Of Monkeys Were Strumming On Typewriters They Might Write All The Books In The British Museum. The Chance Of Their Doing So Is Decidedly More Favourable Than The Chance Of The Molecules Returning To One Half Of The Vessel.