In my home I grew up with two parents who are physicists.

My mom especially is the true form of the physicist, a person who made me first hate (because I was young and I rebelled) and then love, adore, find meaning of life in, name it what you want...in physics.

I grew up also with many books by Aristotle and Plato and Socrates.

My favourite has always bein Aristotle. A great man, a great spirit who formed the way we perceive logic and that perception has yet to be changed.

Aristotle is logic (Aristotelian philosophy depended upon the assumption that man's mind could elucidate all the laws of the universe, based on simple observation (without experimentation) through reason alone.)

and metaphysics (to know a thing's existence is to know the reason for its existence)

and ethics (In order to become "good," one could not simply study what virtue is; one must actually do virtuous deeds.

He finds happiness "by ascertaining the specific function of man, a human's function is to do what makes it human, to be good at what sets it apart from everything else: the ability to reason or Nous. A person that does this is the happiest because they are fulfilling their purpose or nature as found in the rational soul.)

“Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence”

“You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.”

“The energy of the mind is the essence of life.”

“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”

“All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion and desire.”

“Happiness belongs to the self-sufficient”

“No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.”

“Hope is a waking dream.”

“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”

“Great men are always of a nature originally melancholy.”