The literature of science is filled with answers found when the question propounded had an entirely different direction and end.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper.

There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension.

But most important of all, the truth, that dangerous stuff, became beautiful and more precious.

All of them had a restlessness in common.