I wonder why. I wonder why. I wonder why I wonder.

Physicists like to think that all you have to do is say, these are the conditions, now what happens next?

I don't think that the laws can be considered to be like God because they have been figured out.

The electron is a theory we use; it is so useful in understanding the way nature works that we can almost call it real.

If all of this, all the life of a stream of water, can be nothing but a pile of atoms, how much more is possible?

If an apple was magnified to the size of the Earth, then the atoms in the apple would be approximately the size of the original apple.

For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?