The most beautiful philosophical song existing in any known tongue.

The theory of our modern technic shows that nothing is as practical as theory.

Both the man of science and the man of action live always at the edge of mystery, surrounded by it.

There is something irreversible about acquiring knowledge; and the simulation of the search for it differs in a most profound way from the reality.

We know that the wages of secrecy are corruption. We know that in secrecy error, undetected, will flourish and subvert.

We know too much for one man to know too much.

To the confusion of our enemies.