May every young scientist remember… and not fail to keep his eyes open for the possibility that an irritating failure of his apparatus to give consistent results may once or twice in a lifetime conceal an important discovery.
Angel's Song I know not, I, What the men together say, How lovers, lovers die And youth passes away. Cannot…
The great tragedy of science - the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.
My secret flaw is just not being very good, like everyone else.