The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.

I took a day to search for God, And found Him not. But as I trod By rocky ledge, through woods untamed, Just where one scarlet lily flamed, I saw His foot print in the sod.

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

Lord of the far horizons, Give us the eyes to see Over the verge of the sundown The beauty that is to be.

I often wish... that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you'll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire.

A 'fact' merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

Thank God for poverty That makes and keeps us free And lets us go our unobtrusive way, Glad of the sun and rain, Upright, serene, humane, Contented with the fortune of a day.

The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man.

Turned out, monsters were capable of love after all. But it didn’t mean they should.

The realization, early in high school, that a particle behaved differently if observed or left alone.

Acting is happy agony.

Persecution is as necessary to religion as pruning to an orchard.

I look under the skin of countries' economies, and I help them make better decisions and be stronger, to prosper and create employment.

An empty taxi drew up outside 10 Downing Street and Clement Attlee got out of it.

I've been to the top and I've been to the bottom more times than most people ride in an elevator.

Slowly would be better than not at all.

A chemist who is not a physicist is nothing at all.

Though opposition is a hopeless task, acquiescence would be worse.