Man has been given to understand

that he lives only by grace of those in power.

Let him therefore busy himself sipping coffee, catching butterflies.

Who cares for the Republic will have his right hand cut off.

When I see the heavens,

the work of Your hands,

the moon and the stars which You arranged,

what is man that You should keep him in mind,

mortal man that You care for him?

Yet You have made him little less that a god,

with glory and honour You crowned him,

gave him power over the works of Your hand,

put all things under his feet.

Wherefore those many lights

That boundless atmosphere,

And infinite calm sky?

And what the meaning of this vast solitude?

And what am I?

The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious.

It is the fundamental emotion which stands

At the cradle of true art and true science.