Asked In 1919 Whether It Was True

Science Is One Thing, Wisdom Is Another. Science Is An Edged Tool, With Which Men Play Like Children, And Cut Their Own Fingers.

It Cannot Be Denied That For A Society Which Has To Create Scarcity To Save Its Members From Starvation, To Whom Abundance Spells Disaster, And To Whom Unlimited Energy Means Unlimited Power For War And Destruction, There Is An Ominous Cloud In The Distance Though At Present It Be No Bigger Than A Man's Hand.

Falling In Love Is One Of The Activities Forbidden That Tiresome Person, The Consistently Reasonable Man.

We Are Bits Of Stellar Matter That Got Cold By Accident, Bits Of A Star Gone Wrong.

On One Occasion When [william] Smart Found Him Engrossed With His Fundamental Theory, He Asked Eddington How Many People He Thought Would Understand What He Was Writing-after A Pause Came The Reply, 'perhaps Seven.'