To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth's magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.

The Nobel Prize, so long regarded in our science as the highest reward a man's work can earn, must bring to its recipient a most solemn sense of his debt to his fellow scientists and those of the past.

I see the world through my eyes. It's sometimes a strange world.

I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.