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It Is The Harmony Of The Diverse Parts, Their Symmetry, Their Happy Balance; In A Word It Is All That Introduces Order, All That Gives Unity, That Permits Us To See Clearly And To Comprehend At Once Both The Ensemble And The Details.

Thought Must Never Submit, Neither To A Dogma, Nor To A Party, Nor To A Passion, Nor To An Interest, Nor To A Preconceived Idea, Nor To Whatever It May Be, Save To The Facts Themselves, Because, For Thought, Submission Would Mean Ceasing To Be.

A Scientist Worthy Of His Name, About All A Mathematician, Experiences In His Work The Same Impression As An Artist; His Pleasure Is As Great And Of The Same Nature.

But All Of My Efforts Served Only To Make Me Better Acquainted With The Difficulty, Which In Itself Was Something.

Consider Now The Milky Way. Here Also We See An Innumerable Dust, Only The Grains Of This Dust Are No Longer Atoms But Stars; These Grains Also Move With Great Velocities, They Act At A Distance One Upon Another, But This Action Is So Slight At Great Distances That Their Trajectories Are Rectilineal; Nevertheless, From Time To Time, Two Of Them May Come Near Enough Together To Be Deviated From Their Course, Like A Comet That Passed Too Close To Jupiter. In A Word, In The Eyes Of A Giant, To Whom Our Suns Were What Our Atoms Are To Us, The Milky Way Would Only Look Like A Bubble Of Gas.