The great tragedy of Science: the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.
Life is a pure flame, and we live byan invisible sun within us.
Deathbed utterances, like suicide notes, are a powerful coinage, stamped by an awareness that words can outlive us.David Plott
The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses grey, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried byan orphan boy, The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry.
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