Every Age Has Its Beautiful Moments.

There Are Moments When One Feels Free From One's Own Identification With Human Limitations And Inadequacies. At Such Moments One Imagines That One Stands On Some Spot Of A Small Planet, Gazing In Amazement At The Cold Yet Profoundly Moving Beauty Of The Eternal, The Unfathomable; Life And Death Flow Into One, And There Is Neither Evolution Nor Destiny; Only Being.

I Am Not A Positivist. Positivism States That What Cannot Be Observed Does Not Exist. This Conception Is Scientifically Indefensible, For It Is Impossible To Make Valid Affirmations Of What People 'can' Or 'cannot' Observe. One Would Have To Say 'only What We Observe Exists,' Which Is Obviously False.

What Use Are Socks? They Only Produce Holes.

This Has Been Done Elegantly By Minkowski; But Chalk Is Cheaper Than Grey Matter, And We Will Do It As It Comes.

The Only Way To Escape The Personal Corruption Of Praise Is To Go On Working. One Is Tempted To Stop And Listen To It. The Only Thing Is To Turn Away And Go On Working. Work. There Is Nothing Else.