“I continue coupling a plate of silver with one of zinc, and always in the same order, and place between each of these couples a moistened disk. I continue to form a column. If the column contains about twenty of these couples of metal, it will be capable of giving to the fingers several small shocks.”

What is it possible to do well, in physics particularly, if things are not reduced to degrees and measures?

If you have seen with your own eyes a mountain move forward in a plain; that is, a huge rock of this mountain’ breaking off and covering entire fields; a whole castle sunken into the earth.

I continue to form a column. If the column contains about twenty of these couples of metal, it will be capable of giving to the fingers several small shocks.

I am still of the same opinion because the impossibility of the formation of mountains by the sea is demonstrated to me.

What is it possible to do well, in physics particularly, if things are not reduced to degrees and measures?

The language of experiment is more authoritative than any reasoning: facts can destroy our ratiocination—not vice versa.

Each metal has a certain power, which is different from metal to metal, of setting the electric fluid in motion.

The most marvellous instrument which men have yet invented, the telescope and the steam engine not excepted.

Heroes of physics, Argonauts of our time Who leaped the mountains, who crossed the seas. You have confirmed in uncomfortable places What Newton knew without leaving his study.

You must be ready to give up even the most attractive ideas when experiment shows them to be wrong.

My soul speaks a language, only you can understand.

Don’t forget to tell these special people in your life just how special they are to you.

He didn’t like drama and I was fucking Shakespeare.

I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.

If I were a flower, you were the rain I was longing for.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.