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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.

There Was A Time When We Wanted To Be Told What An Electron Is. The Question Was Never Answered. No Familiar Conceptions Can Be Woven Around The Electron; It Belongs To The Waiting List.

A Hundred Thousand Million Stars Make One Galaxy; A Hundred Thousand Million Galaxies Make One Universe. The Figures May Not Be Very Trustworthy, But I Think They Give A Correct Impression.

Science Is One Thing, Wisdom Is Another. Science Is An Edged Tool, With Which Men Play Like Children, And Cut Their Own Fingers.

An Electron Is No More (and No Less) Hypothetical Than A Star. Nowadays We Count Electrons One By One In A Geiger Counter, As We Count The Stars One By One On A Photographic Plate.