In The Great Drama Of Existence We

One Thought Spectra Are Marvellous, But It Is Not Possible To Make Progress There. Just As If You Have The Wing Of A Butterfly Then Certainly It Is Very Regular With The Colors And So On, But Nobody Thought One Could Get The Basis Of Biology From The Coloring Of The Wing Of A Butterfly.

A Physicist Is Just An Atom's Way Of Looking At Itself.

It Is Very Difficult To Make An Accurate Prediction, Especially About The Future.

Our Task Is Not To Penetrate The Essence Of Things, The Meaning Of Which We Do Not Know Anyway, But Rather To Develop Concepts Which Allow Us To Talk In A Productive Way About Phenomena In Nature

Oh What Idiots We Have All Been, This Is Just As It Must Be