I am not a scientist. I am, rather, an impresario of scientists.

What is a scientist after all? It is a curious man looking through a keyhole, the keyhole of nature, trying to know what's going on.

The impossible missions are the only ones which succeed.

Every morning I wake up saying, I'm still alive; a miracle. And so I keep on pushing.

Buoyed by water, he can fly in any direction-up, down, sideways-by merely flipping his hand. Under water, man becomes an archangel.

When one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself.