I Used To Go Away For Weeks

There Exists A Passion For Comprehension, Just As There Exists A Passion For Music. That Passion Is Rather Common In Children, But Gets Lost In Most People Later On. Without This Passion There Would Be Neither Mathematics Nor Natural Science.

It Has Often Been Said, And Certainly Not Without Justification, That The Man Of Science Is A Poor Philosopher.

Science Is A Wonderful Thing If One Does Not Have To Earn One's Living At It.

I Cannot Conceive Of A God Who Rewards And Punishes His Creatures, Or Has A Will Of The Kind That We Experience In Ourselves. Neither Can I Nor Would I Want To Conceive Of An Individual That Survives His Physical Death; Let Feeble Souls, From Fear Or Absurd Egoism, Cherish Such Thoughts. I Am Satisfied With The Mystery Of The Eternity Of Life And With The Awareness And A Glimpse Of The Marvelous Structure Of The Existing World, Together With The Devoted Striving To Comprehend A Portion, Be It Ever So Tiny, Of The Reason That Manifests Itself In Nature.

I Want To Know God's Thoughts.