The realm of quanta is how I have intrinsically approached and viewed reality since I was born.

We can have a World War, I see absolutely no reason why we shouldn't have a World Party.

What appears to us solid is ultimately both a particle and a wavelength, and on that realm everything behaves as both a particle and a wave.

Pure at heart: to be like a flower that blooms as gloriously, brilliantly in a secluded wild wood, not seen and praised.

Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.

You are not going to find yourself anywhere except right where you are.