The More I Study Science, The More

Creating A New Theory Is Not Like Destroying An Old Barn And Erecting A Skyscraper In Its Place. It Is Rather Like Climbing A Mountain, Gaining New And Wider Views, Discovering Unexpected Connections Between Our Starting Points And Its Rich Environment. But The Point From Which We Started Out Still Exists And Can Be Seen, Although It Appears Smaller And Forms A Tiny Part Of Our Broad View Gained By The Mastery Of The Obstacles On Our Adventurous Way Up.

I Have Never Looked Upon Ease And Happiness As Ends In Themselves - This Critical Basis I Call The Ideal Of A Pigsty. The Ideals That Have Lighted My Way, And Time After Time Have Given Me New Courage To Face Life Cheerfully, Have Been Kindness, Beauty, And Truth. Without The Sense Of Kinship With Men Of Like Mind, Without The Occupation With The Objective World, The Eternally Unattainable In The Field Of Art And Scientific Endeavors, Life Would Have Seemed Empty To Me. The Trite Objects Of Human Efforts - Possessions, Outward Success, Luxury - Have Always Seemed To Me Contemptible.

You Cannot Simultaneously Prevent And Prepare For War.

As Our Circle Of Knowledge Expands, So Does The Circumference Of Darkness Surrounding It.

Paper Is To Write Things Down That We Need To Remember. Our Brains Are Used To Think.