Time Is An Illusion.

I Think And Think For Months And Years. Ninety-nine Times, The Conclusion Is False. The Hundredth Time I Am Right.

What I See In Nature Is A Magnificent Structure That We Can Comprehend Only Very Imperfectly, And That Must Fill A Thinking Person With A Feeling Of Humility. This Is A Genuinely Religious Feeling That Has Nothing To Do With Mysticism.

The Tyranny Of The Ignoramuses Is Insurmountable And Assured For All Time.

I Believe That The First Step In The Setting Of A Real External World Is The Formation Of The Concept Of Bodily Objects And Of Bodily Objects Of Various Kinds.

To My Mind, To Kill In War Is Not A Whit Better Than To Commit Ordinary Murder.