This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

I cannot win the time trial of the world championships at my age,

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, / Smiles awake you when you rise. / Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, / And I will sing a lullaby.

Formerly, when religion was strong and science weak, men mistook magic for medicine; now, when science is strong and religion weak, men mistake medicine for magic.

Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.

Magic's just science that we don't understand yet.