Everything In Science Depends On What One

Is It Life, I Ask, Is It Even Prudence, To Bore Thyself And Bore The Students?

Love Does Not Rule; But It Trains, And That Is More.

Look At A Man The Way He Is And He Only Becomes Worse, But Look At Him As If He Were What He Could Be, Then He Becomes What He Should Be.

The History Of Knowledge Is A Great Fugue In Which The Voices Of The Nations One After The Other Emerge.

Sweet Moonlight, Shining Full And Clear, Why Do You Light My Torture Here? How Often Have You Seen Me Toil, Burning Last Drops Of Midnight Oil. On Books And Papers As I Read, My Friend, Your Mournful Light You Shed. If Only I Could Flee This Den And Walk The Mountain-tops Again, Through Moonlit Meadows Make My Way, In Mountain Caves With Spirits Play - Released From Learning's Musty Cell, Your Healing Dew Would Make Me Well!