Why does man behave like perfect idiot? This is the problem I wish to deal with.

Water is life's matter and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.

Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.

In every culture and in every medical tradition before ours, healing was accomplished by moving energy.

Think boldly. Don't be afraid of making mistakes. Don't miss small details, keep your eyes open and be modest in everything except your aims.

A living cell requires energy not only for all its functions, but also for the maintenance of its structure.

Life is water, dancing to the tune of solids.

The source of this energy is the sun's radiation.

The American Cancer Society tried to ruin my research foundation.

Life is a wondrous phenomenon.

Knowledge is a sacred cow, and my problem will be how we can milk her while keeping clear of her horns.

Sometimes you have to deprive someone of the pleasure of being with you so that they can realize how much they need you in their lives...

Men don't ask other men if they're getting home OK, they just assume that beneath the frail, weak exterior lurks a muscle-building kung fu master fearless of ever being mugged.

We each have our belssings and our curses. In the end it makes us equals.

Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.

Man, the molecule of society, is the subject of social science.

In Great Britain the price of food is at a higher level than in any other country, and consequently, the British artisan labours at a disadvantage in proportion to the higher rate of his food.

I'm always worried about the sitters - are they cold, are they hot, are they comfortable?

When you construct a mix tape, the first song you come out with has to be a barnburner.

God desired to be the real maker of a real bed, not a particular maker of a particular bed, and therefore He created a bed which is essentially and by nature one only.

In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.