Marie Skłodowska Curie Quote

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it

A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness