He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.

I don’t like museums, I like labs.

The mind is the laboratory where products, both fake and genuine are manufactured. People grow wild weeds, others grow flourishing flowers!

Much as I admired the elegance of physical theories, which at that time geology wholly lacked, I preferred a life in the woods to one in the laboratory.

A first-rate laboratory is one in which mediocre scientists can produce outstanding work.

How promising today’s generation is. They can whip out their cellular phones like sheep, instantly take a million digital photos of their cat and then just delete them. But I’d like to see these kids...