We are all searching for something, whether we admit it or not, and that search defines us.
Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
There is no such thing as a special category of science called applied science; there is science and its applications, which are related to one another as the fruit is related to the tree that has borne it.
我早就得到了結(jié)果，但我還不知道如何得到它們。
經(jīng)濟(jì)學(xué)不僅僅是預(yù)測行為，更是塑造行為。
The things that make us human are the things that make us vulnerable.