There is something fascinating about science. One gets such wholesale returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact.
Nature composes some of her loveliest poems for the microscope and the telescope.
A biophysicist talks physics to the biologists and biology to the physicists, but then he meets another biophysicist, they just discuss women.
If it's green or wriggles, it's biology.
If it stinks, it's chemistry.
If it doesn't work, it's physics.
Whenever science makes a discovery, the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.
For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses.
Darwin has interested us in the history of nature's technology.
The greatest discoveries of science have always been those that forced us to rethink our beliefs about the universe and our place in it.