We are most artistically caged.

To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.

Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.

Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster. This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome.

There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.

do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation

To know that no one before you has seen an organ you are examining, to trace relationships that have occurred to no one before, to immerse yourself in the wondrous crystalline world of the microscope, where silence reigns, circumscribed by its own horizon, a blindingly white arena - all this is so enticing that I cannot describe it.