Einstein Was A Man Who Could Ask

The World Today Is Made, It Is Powered By Science; And For Any Man To Abdicate An Interest In Science Is To Walk With Open Eyes Towards Slavery.

Progress Is The Exploration Of Our Own Error. Evolution Is A Consolidation Of What Have Always Begun As Errors. And Errors Are Of Two Kinds: Errors That Turn Out To Be True And Errors That Turn Out To Be False (which Are Most Of Them). But They Both Have The Same Character Of Being An Imaginative Speculation. I Say All This Because I Want Very Much To Talk About The Human Side Of Discovery And Progress, And It Seems To Me Terribly Important To Say This In An Age In Which Most Non-scientists Are Feeling A Kind Of Loss Of Nerve.

The Hand Is The Cutting Edge Of The Mind.

When Coleridge Tried To Define Beauty, He Returned Always To One Deep Thought; Beauty, He Said, Is Unity In Variety! Science Is Nothing Else Than The Search To Discover Unity In The Wild Variety Of Nature,-or, More Exactly, In The Variety Of Our Experience. Poetry, Painting, The Arts Are The Same Search, In Coleridge's Phrase, For Unity In Variety.

No Science Is Immune To The Infection Of Politics And The Corruption Of Power. ... The Time Has Come To Consider How We Might Bring About A Separation, As Complete As Possible, Between Science And Government In All Countries. I Call This The Disestablishment Of Science, In The Same Sense In Which The Churches Have Been Disestablished And Have Become Independent Of The State.