The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."
The beauty of Shor's algorithm is that it shows how a quantum computer can solve a problem that is believed to be intractable for classical computers.