It’s not the love you make. It's the love you give.
All matter comes from a primary substance, the luminiferous ether
Archimedes was my ideal. I admired the works of artists, but to my mind, they were only shadows and semblances. The inventor, I thought, gives to the world creations which are palpable, which live and work.
No free energy device will ever be allowed to reach the market.
Our senses enable us to perceive only a minute portion of the outside world.
Of all things I liked books best.