Many persons lead lives of crushing boredom.
Being exposed to theory, stimulated by a basic love of concepts and mathematics, was a marvelous experience.
Life would be indeed easier if the experimentalists would only pause for a little while!
During my McGill years, I took a number of math courses, more than other students in chemistry.
I have always loved going to school.
Growing up, mostly in Montreal, I was an only child of loving parents.
My education at Baron Byng High School was excellent, with dedicated masters (boys and girls were separate).
Poor teaching leads to the inevitable idea that the subject (mathematics) is only adapted to peculiar minds, when it is the one universal science and the one whose four ground-rules are taught us almost in infancy and reappear in the motions to the universe.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
Many great persons have been of opinion that love is no other thing than complacency itself, in which they have had much appearance of reason. For not only does the movement of love take its origin from the complacency which the heart feels at the first approach of good, and find its end in a second complacency which returns to the heart by union with the thing beloved--but further, it depends for its preservation on this complacency, and can only subsist through it as through its mother and nurse; so that as soon as the complacency ceases, love ceases.
For a man's property is not at all secure, though there be good and equitable laws to set the bounds of it, between him and his fellow subjects, if he who commands those subjects, have power to take from any private man, what part he pleases of his property, and use and dispose of it as he thinks good.