Raffiniert Ist Der Herr Gott, Aber Boshaft

The Fanatical Atheists Are Like Slaves Who Are Still Feeling The Weight Of Their Chains Which They Have Thrown Off After Hard Struggle. They Are Creatures Who—in Their Grudge Against Traditional Religion As The "opium Of The Masses"—cannot Hear The Music Of The Spheres.

I Like To Think The Moon Is There Even If I Am Not Looking At It.

I Am Satisfied With The Mystery Of Life's Eternity And With A Knowledge, A Sense, Of The Marvelous Structure Of Existence - As Well As The Humble Attempt To Understand Even A Tiny Portion Of The Reason That Manifests Itself In Nature.

Let Me Tell You What I Look Like: Pale Face, Long Hair, And A Tiny Start Of A Paunch. In Addition, An Awkward Gait, And A Cigar In The Mouth And A Pen In Pocket Or Hand.

The Supreme Goal Of All Theory Is To Make The Irreducible Basic Elements As Simple And As Few As Possible Without Having To Surrender The Adequate Representation Of A Simple Datum Of Experience.