Who will observe the observers?

We have found a strange footprint on the shores of the unknown.

If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters, they might write all the books in the British Museum.

Shuffling is the only thing which Nature cannot undo.

Proof is an idol before whom the pure mathematician tortures himself.

Oh leave the Wise our measures to collate. One thing at least is certain, light has weight. One thing is certain and the rest debate. Light rays, when near the Sun, do not go straight.